A Dog's Life
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"'This dog must go!' she strictly said." Allan tells his side of the story.
Transcript
"'Twas 1932 I came, without a past, without a name
And they put me with a little pal
And named me Carlo and named him Al.
We played all day to my delight
And snuggled warm as toast at night.
As he grew up to be a boy
He kept me still his favourite toy.
And time went by and Al got older
But I still slept quite near his shoulder.
But the day came when I lost my pride,
He brought home a lovely bride.
She climbed the stairs and saw our bed,
'"This dog must go," she strictly said.
"He can't stop here, he must not view
The private things that we might do."
So she picked me up and like Jack Horner
Pushed me in a wardrobe corner.
I've been in there for 40 years,
Silent sobs and un-wet tears.
But thanks to Aunty Â鶹¹ÙÍøÊ×Ò³Èë¿Ú
She opened the box and set me free."
Your comments
"Magical, thanks for that Allan!"
Ken Williams, Ruabon."Saw it first at a workshop, enjoyed it, have watched it many times since, always left me smiling. Thanks."
Gary, Milford Haven."Thank you! What a lovely story - beautifully recited with charming photos to match!"
Janice McLaren, London.
