She loved that dog like a kid.

Big ole mutt. Jenny named her Betty. After Betty Boop. She said that dog had Betty Boop's eyes.

She loved her, but she was always so picky about the way that dogs smelled. Couldn't stand to have that smell in the house.

She'd take her down to the creek -- dead of winter, didn't matter -- and wash her up once a week.

Jenny cried for a week when ole Betty passed. I tried to get her to go and get another dog, but she wouldn't hear of it.

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This story was created at the 1st Annual Digital Storytelling Festival
©1995 by Greg Roach