( This is the bit at the end of the story, but I have decided to write it first for dramatic effect.)
When news filtered through the doggy community that the big black dog had gone away, I was beside myself with grief. I hid amongst the gravestones, crying and wrote a poem. This is the poem I wrote ...
the morning air
on a skyline
of tolling churchbells
I see a dog
in the nursery
of lifes embrace
a mischevous pup
in a field of dreams
This story is about an angel who came to earth disguised as a big black dog.
In March 1975 I lost a testicle after a classroom scuffle with another boy. I awoke the following morning in a hospital bed believing I had been abducted by aliens. Little Grandma always told me that I referred to myself as 'the odd man out'.
I once read that sneezing cockateels may have an illness called parrot fever, which is serious and can spread to humans and give them lung damage. So, a cockagreenspaniel would have been completely out of the question (because it is a green mutated cockateel called Buddy crossed with a Spaniel.) It just wasn't worth risking Dads health.
I tried to convince my folks to buy a small, non shedding variety of dog like a poodle or a wirey haired dog like a cairn terrier. Dad said that ALL dogs shed - even poodles. (The reason you don't see poodle hair everywhere like other breeds is because it stays in the coat.)Which means they need lots of grooming to prevent matting.
Fred wore a toupee (which is a wig that men wear to stop them feeling insecure about going bald.) During the great storm of of 87 the wind grabbed hold of Fred’s toupee whilst he was still wearing it, and blew it down the street. Being an ex retriever Boss gave chase in search of the missing toupee, returning moments later with the wind battered wig in his mouth. - wigfowl! I was hiding behind the neck curtains, watching and laughing uncontrollably.
Each day after school, I raced home to walk the mutt, who would be waiting patiently, peering through the bay window. Boss would make a dash for the back door via the kitchen. Unfortunately, his doggy co-ordination skills were a bit haphazarad and he finished up skidding across the kitchen floor head first into the oven!