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.
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.
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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:)
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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If that box says ‘three tin pantry pack of Kit-e-Kat’ I’m not surprised he needed to establish his presence 😉
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A dog is for life even when it’s dead.
Lovely post, just am aside, is the vet really married to a pest controller.💜💜💜
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Yes! One kills, one saves. I think they call it balance
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Yes indeed, opposites attract 🤭💜
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We never forget that first dog. He looks like a great buddy.
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He was so big i think he might have been part pony…
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What a wonderful pet. The give so much. Even when they have gone they keep on giving.
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Yep, gone but very much not forgotten
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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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As long as the drool is under control!
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Is it ever?
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Wonderful memories Geoff. Our loyal pets and companions may pass to another place, but they are always in our hearts.
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So v true
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Super tribute to Punch, Geoff.
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Our pets, past and present, are always with us.
Wah – v grown up, buying a house
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Lovely memories – we never forget our pets.
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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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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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The drool rather detracts from his attraction
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No one is perfect…
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🙂
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personal aquifer!! ;-0)
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Delightful memories. Dogs always bring us the best memories, don’t they?
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Indeed, they live up to their billing!
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😀
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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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But dog ears as stress relievers, thats a market
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