One year for Christmas, I got a puppy. My dad suggested I name her Lulu after my Uncle Louis (he was actually my dad's good friend).
I wasn't a real good pet owner. I was fine as long and I was chasing Lulu, but when she chased me, I ran away scared. And like a lot of kids, I didn't take care of her. My parents did. I just played with her.
|Here I am with my granddad Albert Pendleton Sr. and my dog Lulu|
One day, Lulu disappeared, and I never saw her again. We had other pets over the years, but Lulu was the only one that was mine.