Broz Animals Part 2 Dogs Continued

After a few years with San Dog settled in as part of our family, we were on vacation at my brother's place in Spring Lake, Michigan. They told us that their neighbor who had a pure bred miniature apricot French Poodle, just had a litter of pups. They said that they were very pretty. and we could go and see them. Also they were for sale. When we got there, we saw these cute white puppies, and Dorothy said, "I want one." So the owner picked one up, and said that this one had a very pretty face, and she named it, "Angel Face," because it was female. Then Dorothy said that she wanted that one. So now we had two dogs. However this poodle had a temperament that was just the opposite to San Dog. This poodle had quick movements and was always moving around. When we got home, she took over the whole house. She went everywhere,and when we brought San Dog in, they sniffed at each other but Angel Face went on her way.
Our home was multi-level, actually there was four, and no dogs were allowed on the upper level because all the bedrooms were at that level. I shortened the poodle's name to Angel, but she was no angel, just the opposite. She did learn that she was not allowed on the bedroom level, but she evidently was upset when she was home alone. She would leave a bm deposit under our baby grand piano before we would get home. I would scold her and put her nose toward it, and she stopped doing it there. Later I found out she was doing it by the outside door in the basement.
She also had a roaming desire, and she would run away when she got loose. I would go looking for her in the neighborhood calling, " Angel, Angel," until I realized I looked pretty silly walking down the street in my bathrobe, calling for angels. Most often she would come back by her self. With her frequent excursions she met up with a male dog because later she had miscarriage. I saw her shortly after as she was taking care of the remains. The next day she had a fever because her nose was hot. So I figured out a small dose of penicillin , and gave it to her for a few days.She returned to her old habits of running away. When she was gone over night, I called the police to see if they had any knowledge of a stray dog. They said that had her at the station, and I could come and pick her up. When I got there, they said she was in the garage with the fire truck. I found her there, and she had black grease on her from the truck.
During the summer when the nights are warm, I would leave her outside on a leash. One morning when I went to bring her in, she was gone. The leash was broken at a connection, so she had one half of chain attached to her collar. So as before, I called the police, but they had no knowledge of our dog. So I called the neighboring town to see if they had any knowledge of our dog. He hesitated but he said it is not good news. He said the dog is dead. When I got there the chain was still there but her neck was broken. It is my impression that she was chasing some animal and a car ran over the chain.

The most interesting part of the story was that Jack had to take care of her corpse, and it was during the wintertime. The ground was completely frozen, so burial as out of the question. In lieu of a burial, he decided to wrap her up neatly in a cardboard box and put it out on top of the garbage cans outside the back door. He figured that on garbage day, he'd take her box, along with the rest of the trash, out to the street for the weekly pickup. Well, that last part never happened because someone stole the box from off of the trash cans. Imagine their surprise...