Four-year-old Sandi feeding Pusso (NO! I didn’t name her!) | Photo Credit: King Family Archives.

Editor’s Insight | Sandi Parsons

To boldly go beyond six words

Sandi Parsons
Six Word Photo Story Challenge
5 min readJun 8, 2022

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Dogs have been my constant companions.

I’ve always been a dog person, much to my mother’s despair.

My mother only had eyes for horses. I played with the stable dog, Daisy, as my mother mucked out stalls and groomed horses. Daisy’s belly got bigger and bigger each week. Until one day, I arrived at the stable to find little puppies scooting about. And then came the day I chose one to be mine.

While Lassie was the first dog I chose myself, she wasn’t my first dog — Pusso was my first doggy companion. She’d happily go along with whatever game I wanted to play. Pusso had diabetes, and my gran gave her daily injections.

Scamp followed Pusso. He lived up to his name and was an escape artist. He performed his Houdini tricks one time too many and disappeared. Lassie arrived to fill the void Scamp left.

Around the time I turned eight, Lassie had puppies of her own, and my gran kept one — Sam. They were small shaggy terriers. Melting pot mongrels that looked like miniature Old English Sheepdogs.

Scruffy, a heeler mix, was my first rescue dog. As my twenty-first birthday approached, I spent a lot of time with Scruffy gaining her trust. Scruffy birthed her second puppy…

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Sandi Parsons
Six Word Photo Story Challenge

Sandi Parsons lives & breathes stories as a reader, writer, and storyteller📚 Kidlit specialist, dipping her toes in the big kid’s pool.