Remembering my four legged best friend…
During your lifetime, inevitably there will be one being on this beautiful planet who touches your heart and makes your life whole. In my case it was a Black Labrador cross.
It was the summer of nineteen seventy-two. One day I was walking home after spending my Saturday in town. As I headed for the bridge across the river which divides the city from the eastern suburbs where I lived, a pair of large brown eyes surrounded by the silkiest black ears, supported by four huge paws, stared out of the pet shop window at me.
To say it was mutual love at first sight would be an understatement. Within five minutes I was carrying this inky black bundle of joy in my arms heading for home. I knew my father would not be impressed, but I didn’t care – mum would be and that was all that mattered.
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Have We Had Help? 
My Great Dane used to steal entire loaves of French Bread, along with a stick of butter left out to soften, several times until we figured it out. Of course, he was so tall, he could put his head on the kitchen counter with little effort. We learned to put the loaves of bread to cool on top of the refrigerator.
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