While living in Bozeman mt, uncle Melvin Neves brought our family a little German Shepherd puppy. He was a rolly polly little thing! Of course we were all excited. Janet was a baby, so the four older kids (Linnie, myself, Mary and Lester) were all trying to agree on a name. Lester wasn't in school and went with my mother to downtown Bozeman and passed the bakery and could smell the donuts. He said, "I know what we can name him! Donut!". None of the rest of us were very thrilled at the time, but Lester was pretty spoiled about getting his way and the name stuck.
Donut was a great guard dog and was very protective of us. I remember one evening, sitting at the dinner table and Donut was laying on the lawn just wagging his tail. A salesman pulled up in his car and would not get out of his car because of this big German Shepherd between him and the front door. My Dad was thrilled because he didn't like salesmen in the first place!
A few years later when we moved to Helena we took Donut with us, but then when my family moved to Orem, UT we had to leave Donut at Uncle Callis' farm in Helena. A year later when Grandma and Grandpa Henderson got married, Uncle Callis brought Donut to us in Burlington. We were thrilled that we had our dog back. When I was a sophomore or junior in High School we got word at school that Donut had been chasing cars and been hit and died. I remember we cried and cried!
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