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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