Three Things Challenge: 30 August

Today’s things are: Apricot, vase, sock
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Aunt Hester’s dog was a menace. If it wasn’t yapping at the postman, it was snapping at your ankles trying to get to your sock. The damn thing loved cheese.
It had such a stupid name too, though Aunt Hester said ‘Apricot’ suited him perfectly due to his colouring, which one could only describe as orange-ish.
The family was quite relieved when it died, though Aunt Hester was heartbroken.
She had him cremated and his ashes put in a little vase which she kept on the mantlepiece.
I swear the lid rattled every time the front door bell rang.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to Three Things Challenge: 30 August

  1. Cara Hartley says:

    My brother had a dreadful Cairn terrier named Heather who was very much like Apricot. When she died, my brother was sad, of course. My sympathies for his grief were genuine, but if I’m to be honest, I was not fond of that dog.

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