Pets and Dogs in Particular

Growing up in the 1940s in the North of England was for me a joyous series of events which involved playing outside from dawn until dusk with never a fear of whether it was going to be safe. We didn’t have much in the way of luxuries but were very well loved.The one thing I longed for, however, was to own a pet. My parents, who I must add were the best a child could ask for, took my younger sister and myself to Tib Street in Manchester, the home of all the pet shops which held a fascination for all young people, myself included. We returned home with two Guinea Pigs and my father used his limited skills to build a wooden hutch to house them.

A couple of years passed and we were to move house to one that possessed a garden. My mother placed the two Guinea Pigs in a zip up bag for ease of transportation. One of the removal men saw the bag move and out of curiosity asked what was causing this to happen. My mother explained that the bag contained the two Guinea Pigs and he asked to take a peep. Well at the age of nine I knew nothing of the birds and the bees, please visit for more info:- or for that matter the Guinea Pigs as was astounded to find not two but nine Guinea Pigs in the bag. Having a house with a garden I was now able, weather permitting, to fence off a part of the grass so that the pets could experience a little of what freedom was all about. In later life, I look back, with a feeling of dismay and think of that tiny hutch which was their cramped living quarters for a number of years. As a teenager I ventured into the world of budgerigars along with the obligatory tortoise. The birds were housed in the garden shed in which holes had been cut to allow them access to a wire netting flight.

I feel that they enjoyed it ok, but perhaps not quite as much as if they had been allowed to fly freely, perhaps in their native Australia. These animals were fantastic to a young boy and yet I can’t but contemplate their humble living conditions which restricted their freedom. I, however longed for a dog to take on walks and to explore and enjoy the great outdoors as I did. Kim, the cocker spaniel puppy met all my expectations and became my constant companion and was instrumental in creating a love for the canine species which is still with me today after all those years. On getting married, I was never without a dog, mainly English Bull Terriers, which are the love of my life, along with A Bull Dog, Dachshung and currently a twelve year old Bichon Frise. We also had a cat, Corky which shared a bed with Biffer the Bull Terrier. It was well fed, but across the way there was Warden controlled accommodation for the elderly which proved too tempting for Corky, who would wander over to be spoiled with various titbits, unavailable at home.

These wanderings became more frequent and prolonged until these temptations overcame any sense of loyalty and he took up permanent residence with the old folk. Why am I rambling on about all of this? To make the point that a dog, man’s best friend, will never let you down. It demands little except your love and affection and in return, he will give back a hundred fold. As I mentioned earlier, my favourite breed is the Bull Terrier and I took to breeding this noble animal. As in life, all does not run as smoothly as we would like and a little help and support along the way is often required. I am now in my seventieth year and consider that I know a bit about dogs, but this was not always the case and my, how I would have valued someone elses experience. This, being the case I decided to publish a book for people like you and me who would value a little extra help and advice.

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