a beloved hero in our family.
When I found out I couldn't have children, and my doctor told me to "get a dog" then my husband gave me "dog money" ...I stuffed it in a special place in my purse, in case of a getadog emergency. Then I found a Pomeranian. This little fuzz ball with a head the size of an orange started off on the attack. He would run across the yard just up to the road barking like crazy. He established his reputation quickly when he became known for trying to go after the Angus bull next door on my cousin's farm. I knew what I had to do. I asked the family if anyone would be insulted if I named the dog Napoleon and they laughed at me. I really wish I had a video of that "attack" and I am grateful he lived to be fifteen years old. I miss him every day. He was my child, my student and my teacher. Fall is the time of year we visited the elementary school for fall festival. Then twenty five cents would buy you a ticket to see "The Amazing Napoleon" sing and dance. Our place was on the stage behind the pulled curtain. No shows for free, though many children peeked and that just made him more special. He had a clown costume I made for him to wear during our routine. It was made of white fabric splashed with multicolored polka dots. It had a hood with a pompom on top that I had wired so it would stay straight up like a party hat. I dressed as a fairy godmother and carried a magic wand. There was always a line of children holding their tickets, jumping up and down. Some of the same children came back again and again to see him. Napoleon might be too nice of a name for that guy. Admittedly I feel a huge divide between Little Napoleon and my Amazing Napoleon. And in this situation, I think the grownups should have to tell the children we are sorry we couldn't get them better help.
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