I love animals. My family loves animals. Most people I know (with a few exceptions) love animals. Yet somehow I missed how common the connection is between humans and beasts, that is, until recently. Or maybe I just never thought about it before.
If you think, because today’s title mentions Paninis (a distinctively Millennial thing), that this post is going to trash Millennials, you would be incorrect.
I love Millennials. I raised Millennials. I thoroughly enjoy Millennials. I believe Millennials are our future. But that’s a topic for another day. (I will get to that topic one day, trust me.)
I also happen to like Paninis.
But I digress.
Today’s post is about Baby Boomers, …ahem… my generation. I may have been born at the tail end of said generation, but I’m a Boomer nonetheless. A young-ish Boomer. One still considered a youngster by my elder peers. But they’re the old farts. Not me.
Long time LabTails readers know that DH and I love Labrador retrievers. Over our 37 years of wedded bliss, we’ve enjoyed the faithful companionship of nine Labs: Stoney (black), Strider (yellow), Baxter (black), Ridge (fox red yellow), Elsie (cream yellow), Kenya (black), Pinot (fox red yellow), Tuc (black), and Chessie (chocolate). The last six Labs from that list are pictured here. And with the exception of Ridge, who came to us as a four-year-old, all of our Labs joined our family as either seven-or-eight-week-old pups or as fresh-from-their-mommas’-wombs neophytes dropped during whelping into our waiting gloved hands.
We love Labs.
How in the world did we end up with Merlin, the non-Lab, then?
In the early 1900s, when most transportation was of the four-legged variety, the small city of Carbondale, Pennsylvania, boasted a lovely city drinking fountain in its town square that quenched the thirst of humans, horses, and canines alike.
The post card below depicts that fountain in its prime, before up-and-coming horseless carriages, those miracles of modern technology, made horse-watering fountains unnecessary in a town square.