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February 10, 2013
Unable to sleep, she became
increasingly restless and lay
thinking about the beautiful
Pekinese dog she had seen
that day.
He had the most fabulously long,
slinky coat, and she recalled
seeing him do a whoopsie against
a wooden beam outside the theatre,
and then happily swagger off with his
mistress as his silky fur mopped up
all the mess.
Her thoughts then went back to her
childhood, when her auntie used
to keep Pekinese dogs. They seemed
to spend all their life stood on the
draining board of the bake-house sink,
having their bottoms washed!
She remembered asking her mother
why her auntie used to wash her dogs
in the sink and her mother had replied,
‘because she’s a mad bugger’.
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