A great email from a Florida Fan & one of my favorite pics of Groucho:
Mark, I was reading the book and got to the Groucho passing away and was crying like anything, my husband,Jerry thought I was totally nuts! It reminded me of my trusty dog Rex, he just showed up one day, dumped out of a car and bloody. Stayed in our garage for a whole year without coming out from under an old model A that we had in there. I fed him left overs…he loved my lasagne!
One day I was sitting on the front steps planting some violets in pots and saw him out of the corner of my eye…sneaking closer and closer. Mark, he came over and put his head on my leg and just looked up at me and I totally lost it and was hugging and kissing him for an hour…turned out to be the best dog we ever had. He would really protect our property when we were at work.
Never bit anyone, but scared the living hell out of a lot of people. One day our neighbors’ cattle got loose and came on our property, I did not know what the hell to do and was scared that they would stampede me…I yelled to Rex, GET THEM, REX. Honest to God, he rounded them up and took them home to their pasture…to my knowledge, he had never even seen a cow before.
My boy!! what a hero.Sorry to go on…I owed that to my buddy. He is buried in Libertyville on our old property with his dog tags and a St Francis of Assisi medal on his cross. You are so talented in so many ways… I love your sense of humor.
M . Port St. Lucie, FL