Rex, one of a litter of mutts born where I live now in Fred Doll's house, adopted the Thorton Gibbs household up the street in the middle 50s.

The Gibbs kids were leaving the nest, though, and in time, Rex grew bored dozing by the door, waiting to lunch the letter carrier. That's how Ernie Precourt met Rex, attached to his right calf.

Before long, Rex was punctually waiting at the top of the street at 7am and tailing Ernie the length of his route every work day. Rex didn't know from Sundays, though, and it got harder at quitting time to send him home. Thorton Gibbs solved that problem by suggesting  Rex earned his table scraps now and Ernie ought to keep him.

That mongrel mutt wandered everywhere from Parkwood to Cromesett and his demon spawn are still with us.

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Ernie Precourt - Lincoln Hill, Wareham, MA - 2002-10-20 Sun 10:53:24

Bill, I am so sad.  You will miss him terribly, I'm sure.  You have a lifetime of memories of and with him to look back on.