A Tale of Two Heathers
Here is some heather that is growing in my mum and dad's garden. Isn't it a wonderful colour.
Don't you think that heather is such a lovely word - some words just sound nice, and I think this is one of them.
Another Heather that I knew and loved was my wonderful dog.
When I was a very little girl, about 4/5 years old, I was bitten by a little Scottie dog.
I was playing in my friend's house at the time and we had opened a bedroom door and out charged this, very angry, little Scottie dog.
Well, it chased me round the house snarling and barking. I finally got to the front door and was trapped I couldn't go anywhere else, it louped (jumped) up and attached itself to my knee.
It really scared me and put me right off dogs let me tell you. My parents knew they had to try and find a way to cure me of this fear. They decided the best way was to get a dog as a pet.
I well remember the day we went to see a litter of Sheltie (miniature collie) pups and knew straight away that Heather was the one for us.
I got her as a special present for my 5th birthday. She was the most wonderful pet and loved by everybody, especially me :)) We had her until I was 18 and then she sadly died. It was a very sad day indeed!!!
Anyway, to end this post on a more cheery note I want to tell you a funny story about Heather and me.
When she was a wee, tiny puppy and we were trying to toilet train her she would sometimes go behind the couch and do her business without anybody knowing.
Well of course I would play with her running around the house and we would inevitably end up playing behind the couch.
Yup you guessed it - I would find it after stepping right into it.
My poor mum had to wash my feet every time. Nothing quite like the feeling of puppy poop on your feet!!!
I hope I haven't disgusted you all.
I look back at it and laugh now - not sure if my mum does though.
Here she is with her own puppy who we called Honey - this was taken in the early 1970's.