We met Mike & Rhian when Mike and I were both instructors at ASSC in the early 90’s. We hit it off straight away – probably the same sense of humour and lust for adventure. He tried to teach me to kayak and got me about as far as I got him in scuba diving – hypothermic! One night, about this time of year – Dec 1990, and unknown to Rhian and Caroline, we answered an advert. ‘Sheep dog pups – free to a good home’. Whilst Rhian and Caroline were doing a keep fit class in ASSC, Mike and I sneaked off in my car to a farm in Rhosneigr where five or six puppies were dragged into the parlour from the barn. I don’t think that they had ever been in doors before. The litter did the wall of death around the room and Mike drew circles with his finger as he pointed at black and white flying fur balls. Eventually, we left with one each. They stank, were bedraggled, and very scared. They were both cowering between Mike’s feet in the car when Mike suddenly shouted ”Oh no, oh sh………!” He didn’t have to explain, the smell was unbelievable. It was coming out of both ends of both dogs simultaneously. By the time we got back to ASSC, all the windows were wound down and we were desperately trying to hold on to our stomach contents. I suggested that I clean the car up if Mike could clean the puppies up. Mike shut both dogs in the shower room and we went off for cleaning supplies. As I cleaned the car Mike went into the showers, only to reappear in a panic a couple of seconds later. “They’ve gone!” he shouted. “eh? They can’t be gone, the doors were shut”, I replied, not that that stopped us from looking around in the pitch black for them. We went back into the showers to check again and they were nowhere to be seen. We stood there in silence trying to figure out how they could have escaped, and after a few seconds we could hear whimpering. We homed in on the toilet, and there behind the toilet was a four inch open soil pipe. Both puppies had fallen down the sewer pipe, one sat on the others head. Now they really stank and were not quite the Christmas presents we had in mind. Within half an hour we turned them back into cute bundles of joy to be fussed over by Rhian and Caroline. ‘Holly’ and ‘Scruff’, sheep dogs and legends in their own lunch bowls. Sorry for the shaggy dog tale! RIP Mike x
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 22:00:19 +0000
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