I used to talk to a really nice old bloke who would walk his old Westie in the park by me, his back legs had gone and was on steroids to keep him going, I have'nt seen him out for a while.
I do hope he saw it and invests in a doggy wheelchair as I've always found him to be very amiable company.
He told me a great story about having to go to the docks to get his father (who was a carpenter) he went into the ship's galley to look for him andthe cook told him to carry on through he said he'd never seen so many eggs (all being fried) in his life we're talking the late 20s early 30s here.
His eyes sparkled with every line, for 5 minutes his father lived and breathed again, cracking old fella.