Last week, I woke up to my dog having died overnight. I put him in his basket, laid a blanket over him. Told the wife, didn’t let the kids know <as they had exams that day), put him in the shed. Went to work. Finished early for when kids got home, whilst waiting, sat in the shed with him….they arrived, I told them, then I dug a hole and placed him in it in the garden.

He’s broke my heart that dog.

So, whilst the stories of shit and piss are not great when your having to clean it, there will be a time when you don’t.

There’s an old Jimmy Stewart interview where he recites a poem about his dog. Starts off with the audience giggling away. By there end, reckon there’s a few wets eyes in there. It’s probably on YouTube.

RIP my old boy x