The poor aul pup…

Something happened to me when i was a young wan…

My father asked me to go out into the garage and bring in some blocks for the fire…  "blocks" we used to call them; wood for the fire.  I didn’t want to but I had to, so I went grumpily. 

Typically the light in the garage was broken and I had to feel my way around in the dark.  My dog Shot was there, she’d given birth to 12 pups a few weeks before and they were all scrambling around the garage.   Next thing anyway, didn’t I hear a crunch beneath my foot… followed by a yelp.  I picked up the injured pup and brought him inside making sure I didn’t step on any more on the way out and Shot following close behind. 

When I got into the light, I got the shock of my life as the dogs head had grown the size of it’s body.  I must have stood on his head.  I left the puppy there with it’s head still growing larger and larger and ran to get my Dad who ran to get his shot gun.  I ran to my room and blocked my ears, but I could still hear the blast of the shotgun…

My Dad wrote a note after and pushed it under my door and I’ve kept the note all these years, I hide it behind a photo of my Dad-

"The best lain schemes of mice and men gang aft agley"