Post by luckyfredsdad on Dec 5, 2009 11:07:40 GMT
I have always loved and enjoyed my pets. These have mostly been dogs, they are always there when you want them and are waiting for you, to welcome you, when you return home after work or any other time. They are family ! They can be awkward, I had a dog called Peggy, who used to protect me from the ,'big lads,' when they went on a bullying spree. I remember when she bit the lad from the top house when he was twisting my arm. Not only him either, I had a life free of the troubles of a young growing lad, at least from older boys.Trouble was when I was ill, she wouldn't let the doctor in to the bedroom and it took my father and mother to gain the Dr entry! Later when I started work, she used to walk with me at 6.45am, when I left for work, walk with me and return to the gate at 12.30pm. As she aged she walked only half the way there but was always there to greet me in the evening! When she finally died at the age of 14 I was devastated. It was a great blow to a lad of 17. I still think of all those years as a paper lad when I used to tramp round the streets delivering the papers, all through the Long Winter of
Snow, 1947. She never missed a day. At night I used to go in to the local park through the deserted woods ghost hunting, if there was one there she would have found it, but none appeared! Though one night we saw a light twinkling and bobbing, the bell from the tower struck one and the damned light came on, I was sick with fear and felt positively ill. I would have run off but Peggy ran off barking at the light. It was a policeman, he was as scared as I was, having heard the same ghost stories. He never even asked what I was doing there at that time, but we walked to the main road together[the three of us,] keeping the ,'Ghosties and Ghoolies and three legged monsters', and all the things that go bang in the night,at bay with our mutual chatter band barking!
Since then I've never been without a dog for a companion ,but as age comes you begin to miss them more deeply and their memories stay longer,it becomes more personal as you grow older and it hurts more!
Snow, 1947. She never missed a day. At night I used to go in to the local park through the deserted woods ghost hunting, if there was one there she would have found it, but none appeared! Though one night we saw a light twinkling and bobbing, the bell from the tower struck one and the damned light came on, I was sick with fear and felt positively ill. I would have run off but Peggy ran off barking at the light. It was a policeman, he was as scared as I was, having heard the same ghost stories. He never even asked what I was doing there at that time, but we walked to the main road together[the three of us,] keeping the ,'Ghosties and Ghoolies and three legged monsters', and all the things that go bang in the night,at bay with our mutual chatter band barking!
Since then I've never been without a dog for a companion ,but as age comes you begin to miss them more deeply and their memories stay longer,it becomes more personal as you grow older and it hurts more!
