Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Saturday, 25 April 2015
Dolly - life was a ball.
Dolly the Collie died yesterday, and is now buried in a field next to her Dad.
It was a real shock when I learned that she would no longer come and affectionately greet me when I arrive at my workshop, or sit around on the piles of leaves that I haven't swept up, in the peace and tranquility of a very non-productive working environment.
When she first arrived 12 years ago as a little puppy, I remember being worried that a buzzard circling overhead might carry her off during her first solo exploration of the huge field where she now lies - she was so tiny.
I know she has left a tennis ball for me there, and it's going to be sad to see it when I go out next.