My Journalling Junkie Dt efforts - pets

Over at Journaling Junkie this week the challenge is to journal about your pets. Dogs were the favoured pets in our house and we had two great ones. Oliver was a Border Collie who we had until he was about 15. He was a dog of character....

Can a Dog have Foibles?

1.Oliver would walk round puddles to avoid getting his feet wet.

2. He would only ever bark at the butcher's delivery man because he thought he looked like the vet in his white coat.

3.He would spit the peas out of his dinner (in case they were tablets?)

4. He had odd eyes. One was brown and the other blue.

5.He would attack our huge cuddly bear if we pretended it was hurting us.

6. Add to that he had a comedy name- Oliver Hardy

(we did'n't choose his name, he came with it as a puppy and then he just got stuck with our surname)

OUr other dog was called George Boniface Bouncer and he has an interesting story. As you can see I made the story the focus of the LO and really put in all the detail.

A bit more of a traditional Lo goes with it in the album.

George Boniface Bouncer

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This is the unusual story of our first ever dog. It all started one night when my Dad returned from the pub with a box of chocolates and a dog.( I did always wonder why the Rosa and Crown had chocolate boxes on a shelf behind the bar.) Dad told the tale that a man in the pub was threatening to shoot the dog unless someone took it off his hands so my Dad offered to rescue him.He was a pedigree beagle, the kind of dog that goes fox-hunting in a pack and had the full name of George Boniface Bouncer but we just called him George. For his first night he was left in the kitchen but he did't like to be left alone and scratched the door so for subsequent nights he was put in the shed where he he managed to chew his way through the bottom of the wooden door. It didn't take long before George was banished to a kennel in the garden but his skills at chewing meant he often escaped from his rope and left the garden . On one of these occasions he was found by Mr Darby, something of a grumpy old man, who decided not to return George to us but instead take him to the Police the next day. That meant he needed to put George somewhere for the night- hiss car was the obvious choice. In the morning Mr Darby returned to find his car had been eaten. George had chewed everything he could get his teeth into, carpets, seats, roof and door lining and seatbelts. The upshot of this was that George's story was spread across the newspapers, photos were taken of George looking forlorn in the garden with his new metal chain. Mr Darby's car was due for it's MOT- it failed. And Mr Darby had the cheek to charge us for dog food and his bus fare to the Police Station. My Mum also had the honour of being misquoted by the Sun.

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