'Cousin Doreen's got an Alsatian,' she says as if this explains everything. The box fortunately was not big enough to contain an Alsatian - even a puppy.
'He eats anything that moves so I said I'd find a good home for this little chap'.

The straw continues to churn.
'Well, if you are going to have the big one, you'll have to have the small one.' Nan reaches in and pulls out a tiny guinea pig - this one is black and brown with a little caramel sprinkle. He is covered in tufts of hair, not smooth like the other one. Inevitably I decide to call him Tufty.
Nan puts Peachy and Tufty down to play on the floor. Peachy zips around, but Tufty lurches drunkenly.
'He's a bit lop-sided,' says Dad, picking him up. 'Oh he's only got three legs.'
'Yes' I know,' says Nan as if three-legged pets are nothing out of the ordinary. ' That's why I was telling you about Doreen's Alsatian, he bit the leg off poor little Tufty - so I couldn't leave them there could I?'
The name 'Tufty' is rather familiar. Was he a character on children's TV?
ReplyDeleteIt appears he was a squirrel road safety mascot - don't know how successful he was. Don't really think of squirrels when I cross the road.
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