These dogs must've been such great comfort to the men.
Many of them probably left their own dogs behind when they went to war.
My grandmother wrote my father a letter & said: "Jack's been just terrible.
He took off & came back filthy dirty and won't mind us at all".
I said to my mother: "Good Heavens! Who is this man Jack?"
Ma said: "Jack wasn't a man, he was your father's dog 
". Ha!!
So pets at home felt the effects of War as well.
Brooke - that's an interesting story about your granddad.
I always thought my father didn't care too much for our pets.
He'd say to my mother: "Helen, why do we all have ALL these pets!" as
he was feeding half his lunch to our Airedale Ginger .
When we had to put her down, he wouldn't come with us.
Later, I saw him out in the backyard pretending to be working - but
he was really out there crying.
Sometimes I wonder if he was a bit afraid to get attached to a pet.
Our calico cat was especially fond of him. He'd always try to act nonchalant
about her, but when no one was around, I'd hear him talking away to her & calling her
"Mousekie" (his pet name for her).
Here's a picture of the disobedient "Jack" in front of my grandparents house in 1942.
Marion - those pictures are GREAT!
Dogdaddy - give Molly an extra treat today!
mary ann