Marlboro Man Sparked My Interest in Animals

My Dad and his pony, Peanut, in San Francisco, circa 1940.
My Dad and his pony, Peanut, in San Francisco, circa 1940.  Download PDF 

I’m back. After months away from Patch, I’m happy to say (and hope you’re happy to read) that I’ll be sharing my animal column with you once again. Figured a good place to start, or re-start, would be at the beginning. My beginning with animals.

I don’t know exactly why, but it wasn’t until very recently that I began thinking about how my Dad introduced me to animals, which would eventually lead to my career in animal welfare.

Baseball was our main connection, the obvious one.  We played catch all the time and went to more Giants games than I can remember.  He coached my first few little league teams, then backed off coaching as I got older, but was every bit as interested and never the obnoxious “Little League Dad.” In college, when it became clear to me I wasn’t going to be the Giants’ next third basemen, this seemed harder for Dad than me in some ways.

For years after this until my Dad died much too young at 60, I was a young adult “retired” from baseball trying to figure out our common ground.

Today, it’s obvious. We had animals. The idea for our first dog Clancy, a Dalmatian, must have come from him – the choice for a firefighter, which he was in South San Francisco. Even though he was ready for this addition to the family, I was not.  Imagine Bam Bam from the Flintstones with a jacked-up Dalmatian pup.  Clancy, I’m afraid, lost those early battles, which is why my parents responsibly gave her to our vet who quickly rehomed her. 

When I was 6, I drew a picture of a poodle, entered and won a San Francisco Chronicle Junior art contest. Now, a firehouse in the 1970s was a manly place; a squad of Marlboro men and James Rockford types who all had nicknames.  Moon, Ski, Lefty, Wild Bill, Moke. Poodles weren’t exactly the dog du jour for this crew. Still, Dad proudly taped my art contest clipping to his locker.

A year or two later, we visited a fellow firefighter whose yellow lab hooked up with the neighborhood pointer and had a litter of pups. Dad let me pick ours, and I went for the one with a white tip on her tail, white chest and paws.  Ginger was the family dog, and this boy’s best friend.

When Ginger died during my senior year of high school, it was my Dad who surprised me by offering consoling words. “Ginger is now in Heaven with your sister.”  This was pretty deep. My Dad came from that generation of men who didn’t share their feelings, the ones who grew up with John Wayne as their hero.  Why use words when a look, nod or back slap will due.

My Dad was a ballplayer, too, but like his Dad, was a cowboy at heart. He grew up in the City’s Portola District (old timers know this area as “Out the Road”) where he and his dad would ride their horse and pony, respectively, from their home to the Cow Palace back when it was a riding club.  His parents and the extended family of aunts, uncles and cousins called him “Tex,” short for Texas, a nickname that stuck through adulthood.

My Dad introduced me to many things. The Three Stooges, rummy, San Francisco history, colorful language, fishing trips, a love of baseball. And, a love of pets. Many people also thought he gave me curly hair, but his was a perm. Hey, it was the 70s when perms were ok, even in the firehouse and even among guys who had the fashion sense of Archie Bunker. 

I realize my primary audience is not likely young dads.  But, if you know one, please share this: introducing your kids to pets and animals – especially getting that first family pet together -- is a pretty great thing for a dad to do, and can be every bit as indelible as those early games of catch, fishing trips and driving lessons.






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Christa Bigue January 10, 2014 at 12:40 PM
Welcome back to Patch! You were missed by many readers (and Patch editors!).
Laura Dudnick January 10, 2014 at 12:42 PM
Ditto! So glad you're writing again, Scott!
Diana Dull Akers January 10, 2014 at 01:30 PM
What a wonderful blog Scott, full of heart! As a fellow local, I enjoyed the regional details and as a fellow animal lover and daughter who lost a dad too soon, I loved the portrait you painted here of your dad and your early history with dogs!


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