Irish Jerry

Jerry was my Irish Setter when I was a girl living on Chester Street. I saw an ad in a Boston newspaper and I said to my Daddy this looks like a nice doggie and my daddy took me to Boston to buy my Irish Terrier. I guess I thought Jerry was a good Irish name for a dog. We built a brand new dog house for Jerry right next to the garage - my mother did not want him in the house. On the other hand I don't think she wanted me in the house either. Jerry did what came naturally. Strangely enough there was another Irish Terrier down the street every day the two dogs would get together for a little day of play and they would go down to the duck pond and they would manage to corner a duck once in awhile and bring it to my house to either play with it or it would get away. There were no houses behind us so there was a lot of space for the dogs to run around. I had Jerry for several years and when I was going to college in the fall my mother would not take care of him. One of my mother's old school friends who was a teacher by the last name of Campbell lived in Hudson and she took Jerry in to live with her when I went away. I think I probably saw him a couple of times after he went to live with her but he never came back to live with me. My sister had a dog and I had a dog but my brother had an old car (or lots of them).