In the 1980s had a Staffy built like tank . He would come to the garage side door give one almighty woof and stand their . When opened he would always look at me like I was never quick enough , walk outside the garage for a pee. Then crawl under the engine so I could not go off without him , If I tried to reach him he would get back as far as he could . Giving in to him was easy" come on then get in the car" . A towel on the passenger seat and no side screen, held the door open for him and in he would jump happy as a dog in a mog he would sit their like a king . But as the wind blew up his nose he sneezed like hell on the dash . Still I loved him and he loved me when he was ill I took him to the Vets at opening time in the m/ing first customer and sat till they where ready to close in the evening . I did not want to let go . I can remember the bark when they put the needle in . Bought another to soon after and he hated the mog .
Jnr is talking dogs with her future husband looks like I may get to take another Staffy in the mog wonder if my goggles and flying helmet will fit it .
woof woof .
