Friday 11 July 2014 3.37pm
In 1983 coming out of the pub near my friends block there was a young lad playing with what looked like a coconut mat on legs puppy! It was late we stopped and spoke to the lad, it was about 11.30pm, I asked who's dog it was he said he had just found it and he was going to take it upstairs, I said I hoped his Mum liked dogs and he was not too sure. I ended up taking it home with the premise that I would find it's owner as surely such a little thing must have wandered away from his home. We took it to the Police station the following day, put posters up, the policeman said loads of people get rid of their dogs on bank holidays, just dumping them on the streets!
Dont worry said muggins here, I'll find it a new home...it did not go far....as far as number 11 in fact!
She lasted 18 and a half years with us, lived on whiskas cat food and left over roast dinners. Never had anything wrong with her. She stopped a break in , she was going crazy at the back door i thought she had heard or smelt a fox, the door was stuck I shoved against it, it went to the left, she went absolutely barking mad to the right and I saw a 6 foot plus guy jump over the fence. In fact he jumped all the fences in about 20 seconds! When the police called the officer said he had bigger feet than him, he measured the footprint and reckoned the crook must have worn size 13 shoes! and it was not for me little dog he would have got in..
She was a Norwich Terrier Cross, in the 13 years since she has been gone I still feel a pang when I open the door and she's not there to greet me..:-(
Prior to her we had a beautiful specimen of a Boxer , daft as a brush, his name was J.C. after courage's beer...Our Norwich Cross was called Brandy...the cat was called Whisky!
Now when I am retired since the age of 66 and thought about getting another dog fate conspired against me and threw a few obstacles in the way! lol
so JCPse1 I expect to see see you fly by my door with at least four four legged friends! :-)