Welcome back to Sunday Selections!
Originally begun by Kim at Frog Ponds Rock as a way to show off old photos that have been languishing in your files, now continued by me.
Rules are very simple:
1. post photos (old or new) of your choice under the Sunday Selections title.
2. Link back to me.
3. Leave me a comment so that I know you've joined in.
(Then I can visit your blog and look at your photos).
This week, I am showing photos of some of the many pets I've had over the years.
Most recently.....Chippy, my Siamese Fighter.
Then he would sleep down near the coloured stones, close to the air bubbler.
Going back several years, while the kids were still at home, I had Harley.
A tiny orange (marmalade) tabby given to me by my daughter T.
Does anyone out there remember the song Harley and Rose?
I think it was sung by the Black Sorrows. Correct me if I'm wrong, I won't mind.
Before Harley, there was....
Even earlier still.....
Mad Max the second.
BEST DOG EVER!! He learned very quickly which day was shopping day and would hang his paws over the garden gate waiting for us to arrive home with his beef shin bone.
As a puppy aged just ten months he saved our home from burglars, keeping them at bay even after they hit him on the head, until the woman next door called the police. She'd glanced out her window to see why he was making such a racket. We were at work and were called home by an officer who informed us that the burglars had broken into several houses that day, but had been captured thanks to our Max holding them off and the woman next door calling the police. Thanks, Lyn.
When Max was three years old, we had to sell our house (don't ask) and move to a rental. They didn't allow pets, so we gave Max away to a lovely family who already had two dogs of their own and children for him to play with. We heard later that he settled in very well and was happy, treating his new family the same way he had treated us.
I still miss this dog very much. He'd be 25 now....
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