Looking Back to 1959: Christmas Brings a New Puppy Into the Home

What kid doesn't want a puppy?

It was Christmas morning, 1959. Santa had made all sorts of promises, and Teresa and I were anxious to see if he’d deliver.  The year before we got our two-wheelers, an assortment of trucks, Barbie dolls (big mistake) and other tomboy items. What we didn’t count on this year was the delivery of our first very-own puppy.

Sure, we had known other family pets over the years. Our dog Buster used to tear the clothes off the line in the back yard; a task that no doubt taxed the frugal budget of my working mother who scrambled to provide for all six of her kids.

But this was our first family dog, delivered as a surprise by my eldest brother Hal who thought it would be character-building for Teresa and I to have a dog. Who cared if we ushered in another mouth to feed? Like most crowded families, you simply move over, scrape a few more pennies together, and make the new arrival feel at home.

Cha Cha, aptly named after my parents' Arthur Murray dancing days, was a blend of black fluff: half poodle, and half dachshund.  She really looked like more a Labradoodle, so I don’t know where her hot dog genes came from, except that she like to devour them when they dropped on the floor.

She barked at leaves, barked at the mailman, and loved to eat rubber bands.  I had to pick up the poop from the backyard, so I knew.  She also confiscated used tissues from the trash, and gleefully ripped them apart behind one of the sofas, guarding them with her ferocious growl like they were venison bones.

Of course, my Mom wasn’t wild about having to take care of another animal.  Kids always want pets, but when it comes to their care, it inevitably falls upon the parents.  Since my Dad wasn’t around, she had to shoulder this task as well. However, some of the doggie chores were delegated.

Teresa and I used to walk Cha Cha up and down Laurel Canyon Blvd., her sweet swagger and sniffing sometimes getting on my nerves. After all, my pals were waiting for me to play kickball or swing from the trees.  Why did I have to walk the dog?  But walking Cha Cha did come in handy upon more than one occasion.

Often, we’d use Cha Cha to procure treats from the neighbors who had all sorts of goodies that weren’t allowed in our household.  Our babysitter Alma had chocolate chip cookies.  Mr. and Mrs. Buzwell, who lived across the street, had thick nutty brownies.  I’d claim that Cha Cha wanted to visit them, but in reality, I just wanted something sweet and gooey to eat. Both Teresa and I scored on these walks, our neighbors pretending they didn’t know our true motives.

As I grew older, my relationship with Cha Cha changed.  My Walter Reed pals took up most of my time, and Cha Cha was probably relegated to backyard confinement.  When I went off to college, I only saw Cha Cha when I’d come home to visit.

At 24, I got the call from Hal that Cha Cha had undergone a stroke and was dragging her leg around.  Should she be put down? I told him it was time, but I wasn’t brave enough to accompany him to the vet. Looking back, I regret my selfishness since I should have been with my brother to see Cha Cha to the end.

In recent years, I’ve lost three pets. Those of you who have cared for an animal know the cruel depth of this agony and sorrow.

Thankfully, we now have three cats that are in relatively good health. I know that tough times will come again as they grow older. Again, my heart will be shredded, but until then, the solace and comfort of our animals is something I will never take for granted anymore.


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teresa mcgrath October 11, 2011 at 03:36 PM
great article mary...chacha was very unique and loved carrots...she was a cockapoo mutt combo, and was very loyal...i remember she loved to chew on a blanket, and i'd swing her around in a circle with her mouth grip intact...i wouldn't do that now, as i think she bled some and lost a tooth....we would put teanut butter on the roof of her mouth which she loved...she was a wonderful hiker, and we'd take her to the rainforest/happy land to explore, or the gully....she would jump on the dining room table and eat the butter, little rascal!...hal did put her down after the stroke, and after consulting with the family...it was hard...in the early '80's i found a neighbor's dog tied up to a dog house without any food or water, and she looked almost like chacha...i rescued her from the negligent neighbor, and gave her 10 more years of love...her name was bosco
Mary McGrath October 11, 2011 at 03:43 PM
Oh, I didn't know that's how you acquired Bosco, a real look-alike of Cha Cha. She was a great dog, and we learned alot by having a pet at such a young age. Thanks for sharing your memories...
teresa mcgrath October 11, 2011 at 07:05 PM
the neighbor was irritated with me, but abuse shall not be tolerated, and he eventually agreed to let me have her....she would play volleyball with a ballon and her nose...quite talented, and always ran with me in the mornings!
Mary McGrath October 11, 2011 at 07:36 PM
I remember your sweet dog, and how heartbroken you were when she was gone.
Mary McGrath October 12, 2011 at 02:48 PM
Here's a fun link about growing up in the SF Valley. Very nostalgic... https://www.facebook.com/groups/GROWINGUPINSFV/


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