In December there had been some sewer excavations going on in front of our neighbour's house, so on Christmas day some of the adults were telling us how Santa had become stuck in the excavation ditch the night before, and they had to help him get out in order to save Christmas. Brian, who was a little older than me confirmed the story, so naturally, this made true believers of all of us.
Shortly after Christmas my father arrived home from the base one day looking somewhat disgusted. He had been given an assignment and was not happy about it. When my mother pressed him about what was going on, he finally said, "I've got to look after a dog."
A statement like that immediately got not only
mother's attention, but perked up my ears as well. "What do you mean, looking after a dog?" she asked. Well, it turned out that a movie was being made and part of it, the war scenes, were being filmed at Pat Bay. Since they couldn't have unauthorized dog handlers wandering around exercising a dog on a military base, especially during a time of war, the duty had to be assigned to a soldier and my father, who was working in the Paymaster Division, was selected. He would be the one to walk Lassie. The movie was "Son of Lassie" and it was released in the spring of 1945. I thought it was great that my father was involved in a movie, but he did not share my enthusiasm.