By the time we put her down, she was blind, deaf, arthritic, and subject to fits at random intervals. Up until the last bout of bronchitis she had, though, she was still an escape artist, who liked nothing better than wandering off to find the nearest group of people and introducing herself. No matter what we did, she still found ways to get out.
The cafe at the junction of our street and a main road formed the habit, as she got older, of waylaying her as she went past and bringing her back when they had a slow moment. Freckle, of course, thought this was maaaaarvelous.
And we never told the kids at the kindy over the back fence that the name on her collar was ours, not hers.
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Date: 2006-02-08 05:30 am (UTC)By the time we put her down, she was blind, deaf, arthritic, and subject to fits at random intervals. Up until the last bout of bronchitis she had, though, she was still an escape artist, who liked nothing better than wandering off to find the nearest group of people and introducing herself. No matter what we did, she still found ways to get out.
The cafe at the junction of our street and a main road formed the habit, as she got older, of waylaying her as she went past and bringing her back when they had a slow moment. Freckle, of course, thought this was maaaaarvelous.
And we never told the kids at the kindy over the back fence that the name on her collar was ours, not hers.