Apollo Baseball Player
One day i was going through some old photographs, I came across this one of my late beloved Apollo. As you can see, Apollo is dressed up as a baseball player. I remember the day I took this picture. How my grandfather use to laugh when he saw Apollo with her uniform on. Just thinking of Apollo, who was born in 1973 and passed away in 1990, brings back other memories I like to share:
* My grandfather, who at first would not let me move back home with a dog, started treating Apollo better than my grandmother. When my grandmother told him this, my grandfather replied that he had to because Apollo needed protection.
* When I asked Apollo if she wanted to take a bath, she would jump off of my bed and go hide underneath the kitchen table. If i kept asking her, she would run all over the house to get away from me so she would not have to take a bath.
* When my grandmother called my grandfather from work to see how he was doing, my grandfather immediately began cursing after telling my grandmother he ran over dog poop with the vacuum cleaner.
* When my grandmother tried to get me out of bed by trying to shake me awake, Apollo though that she was trying to hurt me and got in between us. Apollo then let go a series of barks, right in my grandmother's face warning her to leave me alone.
* When my sister and I got into a huge verbal and almost physical fight, Apollo was standing there by my grandfather. Apollo not knowing what to do went and bit my grandfather in the leg.
* Many nights when I did not come home until almost sunrise, I would see Apollo sitting and looking out the window waiting for me to come home. Apollo was sitting there for hours.
* Every day the paperboy would deliver the paper around four in the afternoon. Like clockwork, ten minutes or so, Apollo would run downstairs and sit at the edge of them just so she had the chance to bark at the paper boy when he came to deliver the paper.
* Before Apollo would jump through the car door window, she would jump up on the side of the car to make sure the window was open.
* Leaving her sandwich on the kitchen table when she answered the phone, only to find it gone when she came back into the kitchen. She said she did not know who took her sandwich but said Apollo had a real guilty look on his face.
* Apollo, pawing on the closed door of my bedroom trying to get in because she knew I had food.
1* I brought Apollo home to live with me when she was ten weeks old. Apollo must have thought I was her mother because she did not let me out of her site. When I would take a bath, I would have to bring her in the bathroom with me, other wise she would be whining until I came out. Soon Apollo got used to the idea when I left her home alone and she stopped whining. Seven years later, my grandmother, Apollo and I moved into a new apartment. When we finished bringing everything into our new apartment, I had to leave for work where I would be gone for eight hours. Apollo did not know that this would be our new apartment. All Apollo knew that she was in a strange house and if that was not bad enough, she was there without me. That day Apollo showed her devotion and how much she trusted me. When I left for work, I left through the front door. When I came home, I came through the back door. When I looked into the living room, I saw Apollo lying by the front door. My grandmother said when I left, Apollo stayed by the front door for eight straight hours. Apollo was waiting for me to come home. When we moved into another apartment a year later, the same thing happened. When my uncle came over for a visit later that night before I came home, my grandmother told my uncle that Apollo sat by the door all day long waiting for me. My uncle said he never saw such devotion in a dog before.
* Finally my favorite. When it was time, i would get into bed to go to sleep. After I lay down in bed, Apollo would jump on the mattress, come over to the pillow where my head was resting and lay her head across my head and then go to sleep.