Thursday, 29 November 2007
This Handsome Hound is called Hamish. He has just been put down: he was very old and sick.
Hamish was my first true doggy love. He belonged to my daughter's godfather who ran a van/removal business and so Hamish's job was to guard the van and threaten parking wardens, whenever they were parked on double yellows. He took his job very seriously and Godfather never got a ticket when Hamish was on duty.
He made us all laugh so much. His gait was similar to a shopping trolley with a dodgy wheel. He was unbelievably clumsy. He weighed a ton and would gradually push you off the sofa. He loved watching "One man and his dog". He retired to the country a couple of years ago but never got over his fear of cows. He loved Blondes and would turn on the charm for them, barking at them, then smiling when he had their attention through the van window. I think he read the Sun. I am sure we were lovers in a past life.
I miss him.