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Midge - you're the best!
Member Name: andymcf
Date: 24/11/02, updated on 05/12/02 (224 review reads)
Advantages: Great companion, Lots of fun, Intelligent family member
Disadvantages: Bit Josh - my lovely baby boy, Thereby caused dilemma, Became a little cantankerous
Do, please, read to the end - you'll possibly see the point of this op! It's not specifically about cross-breeds as such. It just happens that Midge is. I refuse to say "was" and I am so thankful that our vet has been so thorough in re-housing her.
Here we go. Tears welling up!
As I cast my mind back nearly thirteen years ago, I very clearly recall strolling down the street in Canterbury with my, then, fiancee, Amanda, looking forward - would you believe it - to a barbecue as guests of the Canterbury Scottish Society. I'm not actually Scottish, but Amanda is - and very much so - and I thought she might like it.
We were really looking forward to a few sausages and - given the nature of the host - perhaps a bit of BBQ'd haggis. I love haggis and, you never know, they might BBQ it well.
I was never to find out if they barbecue haggis. I made a big mistake.....
As we walked along the road, we passed a pet shop. We were feeling happy. I suggested we went in to look at the animals. I know you shouldn't buy animals from pet shops, but they had some puppies in there, and they were gorgeous. Silly me - I asked to look at them. One, in particular, rushed out, looking for the supply of dog-food and performed a few tricks. Huge amounts of character! Amanda and I looked at each other. It was either back in the cage. Or back home with us.
Out came £35 for the puppy and all the rest to make her comfortable, well-fed and happy. We went home with a new, much-loved member of the family. She was small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. We cancelled the BBQ and cooed as she went oh-so-peacefully to sleep in a fruit bowl on top of a kitchen work surface.
We now had someone to look after. A little black-and-tan Heinz 57 with a sense of humour and a propensity for alcohol. This puppy sat on the patio in the sun and helped herself to the contents of my wine glass as if i
t were going out of fashion. First great memory!
Then to find a name. After much debate, we selected "Midge". As a child, I just loved a TV cartoon called "Mary, Mungo and Midge" and all the pets I have "owned" have had deliberately inappropriate cartoon names. Mary lived in a high-rise flat, and had a dog called "Mungo" and a mouse called "Midge". The name was decreed.
Major comedy moment!
I'm a teacher. For my sins, I work in a fairly famous boarding school (it's the oldest school in the World, as it happens). When asked to look after a boys' boarding house for the weekend I agreed - on condition that Midge could stay with us. This was fine. On the Friday night, Amanda and I decided to go out for a meal and asked the duty tutor if she'd look after the dog. "No problem - what's her name?", she said. "Midge" I replied.
I returned back to find the house in disarray. Apparently, Midge had run riot in the house and had been chased around by the most demure lady you could hope to meet, yelling "Minge!" at the top of her voice. Minge! I still cringe to this day. The lads had found it very hard to cope!
Midge has given us a lot of pleasure. She's a great dog. She's now 12 1/2 years old and still acts like a puppy. We both love her to bits. She's not very well, however, and although she's usually been great with kids she was not too enamoured with the prospect of baby Josh's incessant curiousity. He patted her the other day and she bit him. "Fortunately", it was just above the eye, rather than directly on it. It's healed. A direct hit would not have done.
The pair clearly cannot co-exist and a decision has had to be made. Our local vet has been a total and utter star and has managed to re-house our dog. I could not have lived with myself had this ended with a needle solution.
it is, I'm fighting back the tears - Midge is leaving us tomorrow at 08:30. I'll miss her immensely. We just can't afford to gamble with our son. Once bitten, never forgiven; or something like that.
Thanks for putting up with this; I just wanted Midge to have a permanent place on the 'net. It might, also - though I doubt it - go some way to re-inforcing the slogan: "A dog is for life, not just for Christmas".
OK - she wasn't a Christmas present, and she hasn't been mistreated. Just be very sure that you can cope before you take one on.
Midge sleeps on our bed. We can't stop her doing it, however irritating it might be; She can be like a canine staple on my feet at times. Somehow, tonight, I don't think I'm going to be able to stop hugging her. For the last time.
Thanks for reading.
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