On my way home from work tonight, I saw a man walking a stout dog with legs about 3 inches long. The dog’s short little legs reminded me of the Ugly Brothers of Winter Haven, Florida.
Many years ago my sister and I would often take the family kids and dogs to a small park in
All three Ugly Brothers had broad shoulders with substantial bodies, but their short legs clashed with their athletic build. They were charming and happy-go-lucky and we looked forward to having them join our walks because they were much more obedient than any of the dogs (or kids) that we called ours.
Once at the park, kids and dogs would happily run around, checking in now and then to make sure we were still there, but immediately careening off again. If we yelled, “SIT!”, our own dogs (and kids) would ignore us, but the Ugly Brothers would immediately stop and actually sit down, waiting patiently for our next command. When it was time to go, the Brothers would follow us home, but only as far as their own block where they would politely leave us without any urging. I often thought it would be nice to swap, dog for dog, or kid for dog.
We often wondered about the Ugly Brothers heritage; they were an affable family and made good pets despite their slightly odd appearance. We enjoyed their company and assumed they liked us since it was their choice to join our walks. But we were always secretly afraid they were saying, “Hey, look who’s coming. It's the
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