Punch #dog #memory

Funny old world. I was with the Vet and the Pest Controller who were looking at a house they might buy and we passed a dog. A boxer. I’d fallen behind them – for some reason I’d felt the urge to check out the chimney stacks – so didn’t mention it but he – and, boy was he a HE; he didn’t so much sport testicles as allow a couple of moons to orbit his nethers – reminded me of the family dog I grew up with.

I was about three or four when he was born so I don’t remember his arrival, of those early days, but he was a constant presence until his death aged about 12 or 13. He had a barrel chest, his own moons and a head made of reinforced tungsten. He drooled as if he harboured a personal aquifer in each cheek and he was utterly loyal and fun.

Ah, happy days, happy memories.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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27 Responses to Punch #dog #memory

  1. Sue Vincent says:

    If that box says ‘three tin pantry pack of Kit-e-Kat’ I’m not surprised he needed to establish his presence πŸ˜‰

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  2. willowdot21 says:

    A dog is for life even when it’s dead.
    Lovely post, just am aside, is the vet really married to a pest controller.πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œ

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  3. Darlene says:

    We never forget that first dog. He looks like a great buddy.

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  4. What a wonderful pet. The give so much. Even when they have gone they keep on giving.

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  5. Sounds like wonderful memories with your dog! My daughter’s family has two boxers, and I’ve had the chance to pet-sit a few times. They wore me out but are so loving and fun:)

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  6. Wonderful memories Geoff. Our loyal pets and companions may pass to another place, but they are always in our hearts.

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  7. Super tribute to Punch, Geoff.

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  8. trifflepudling says:

    Our pets, past and present, are always with us.
    Wah – v grown up, buying a house

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  9. Mary Smith says:

    Lovely memories – we never forget our pets.

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  10. Elizabeth says:

    My late sister always had boxers. It was nice to see this post and have a chance to remember her love of those dogs.

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  11. JT Twissel says:

    I grew up with a boxer too – wonderful dogs. Ours was named Bridey Murphy because my mother was convinced she was a reincarnated human.

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  12. The drool rather detracts from his attraction

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  13. Pam Lazos says:

    personal aquifer!! ;-0)

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  14. Jennie says:

    Delightful memories. Dogs always bring us the best memories, don’t they?

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  15. The phrase, “drowning in love” was first penned for such dogs.
    Too bad there really is no market for dog drool, think of the early retirements we might have otherwise enjoyed.

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