Christmas, 1955, and our family stood on the porch to the door of our house, staring at the white blanket of two foot deep, pristine snow which covered the sweep of wide drive at the front.
Fudge - a miniature Daschund which had never seen snow before - suddenly slipped between legs in a short run-up and leapt out from the top of the three steps, forgetting that there were another two hidden in the drift.
He sunk completely, leaving a sausage dog-shaped hole on the surface, and my parents began to worry about ever seeing him again.
Shortly - like a Cormorant - he surfaced some distance away from his entry-hole and waited to be rescued.
I may have witnessed this, or I may have inherited the memory of it and claimed it as my own.
This is such a sweet story I'd like to claim it as my own.
ReplyDeleteAlright, Bea, you can have it.
DeleteI heard that Daschunds with erections can't climb stairs = any truth in that Tom ?
ReplyDeleteHaha! Naughty!
DeleteWhat's the difference between a street-vendor and a dog with very short legs? The vendor bawls his wares out and the dog wears his balls out.
DeleteHa ' ha!
DeleteMemory is a strange thing. Whether it was real or inherited, yours is awfully nice. I love the visual of a sausage dog shaped hole in the snow!
ReplyDeleteWell it couldn't be the infamous Winter of 1963 because Fudge was dead by then.
DeleteGood thing you didn't own a Westie; it might never have been seen again!
ReplyDeleteLook out for a barking snowball.
DeleteIt's a wonder your nasty brother didn't tell you to jump in after him.
ReplyDeleteHe would have pushed me.
DeleteYou would have been four .... I can’t remember anything that happened when I was four. Perhaps I have a rubbish memory ! XXXX
ReplyDeleteI remember a lot from that age - especially the hospital experience.
DeleteI wrote a post last night that I didn't publish about my memory of kindergarten. I was 4 and I can remember and still see many things in my mind of that time.
DeleteTom what happened???
DeleteLong story.
DeleteFriends who live near Boston, Mass., dropped their front door key into a couple of feet of snow just outside their house. It took them a couple of hours to find it in spite of a key-shaped hole in the snow.
ReplyDeleteI often drop chisels into piles of stone chippings and only find them during the next clear-up. I don't clear up that often.
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