Scamp
Up until around eight or nine years ago I was firmly in the "it's complete and utter bollocks camp" about most things ethereal, until that fateful weekend....

Little Miss M was at the toddling stage and Scamp my dog, who I'd had since a pup was at the grumpy old dog stage, suddenly playing second fiddle to a noisy sleep averse little person.

The weekend in question saw me getting home on the Friday night around 21:00hrs to a house in turmoil, Little Miss M had been nipped for some reason or other unknown and the tears were flowing from both the bairn and the Mrs.

This was completely out of character for the dog who had spent the past year following Little Person around and sleeping at night (when she could no doubt) either under or near her crib/bed, a regular little doggy guard....

Scamp was dully chastised (skelped) and made to sleep in the vestibule.......

The next night when being handed toast of all things Scamp jumped up to grab it from Little Miss M and again nipped her hand this time drawing blood, not a bad cut but bad enough.

I'm pretty black and white about this kind of thing and even although I'd had the dog going on nearly 13 years I called the vet and arranged to take her around.

After explaining to the vet the circumstances I was sent home to think about it overnight which I did.

The dog was back in on the Sunday morning.

I stayed with her whilst the deed was done, holding her in my arms as she was jagged and literally feeling her turn into a dead weight as I held her.

I took her home and buried her wrapped in her own little blanket, and being honest shed a tear or two at the loss of a true friend.

Later that day after The Good Lady had went to work (it was her birthday and she was not pleased with me due to the above) I was sitting in the kitchen with Little Miss M who was playing with some toys.

Then suddenly she stopped playing with her toys and looked around at the closed kitchen door, she got up and toddled over as small children do and banged on the door for me to open as "Scamp wanted in"................

When I opened the door she didn't leave the kitchen she simply stood at the door and called on Scamp to come in "there's a good girl, it's alright now".

I couldn't see what she was talking to in the hall but I gently eased her back into the kitchen even as she protested that Scamp wanted in to play and closed the door (and no i didn't look).

I gently explained that Scamp had to go somewhere special and wouldn't be back........

I don't know what the bairn saw that day.

Maybe it was the overactive imagination of a child or maybe it was just an open mind seeing an old friend have one last turn around the place before she finally left........
(Dark Matter All The Wonders In The World & We Invent Boredom, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 8:47, 4 replies)

sniff...
That made me shed a tear....

*sniff

*click
(Lip Up Fatty Fatty Reggae still loves BBQ food on, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 14:15, closed)

Yep
Scamp probably wanted to lay a spectral turd in your slippers for killing her thanks to an accident. If she wanted to hurt Little Miss M, she'd have had her face off in an instant.

Dogs make mistakes, like people.

Meh!
(Rsoles, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 16:00, closed)

^^^
I'm inclined to help the dog in that quest.
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 5:52, closed)

Hmmm
I hope this is one of those tales which has its origins in bullshit.

Either that or you're a right cunt.
(H K Phooey, Wed 9 Jul 2008, 13:56, closed)