A good morning enjoyed by all Ann had three votes and is the winner.
27th Jan next meeting.
"Kept on Pushing" At Sue's
In the street
My story begins when I was taken from the house and left in the street
in a bag with a note saying how old I was and asking for someone to take
me in. I only remember a little girl who didn’t care for me and just being
there for a few weeks after Christmas. A gentleman found me and took
me to the local dogs home. I felt much happier there and was with people
who were kind to me. I gathered from the conversations I heard that I
had been given as a Christmas present and then rejected, but life at the
dogs home was so much better. It wasn’t long before someone came and
saw me and made such a fuss of me that I felt really wanted. The little
girl and her parents spent a lot of time with me and decided that they
would like to take me home.
“I would like to call him Buster if he hasn’t already got a name”.
It was agreed and they would have someone come to their house in a week
or two to check that everything was going well. This time I knew
everything would be alright.
Alice, the little girl, was just coming up for five and had started school at
the beginning of the previous September, but her mum didn’t work so I
would have company at home most of the time. They had a nice home and
a lovely garden where I could wander about and play when the weather
was fine. When Alice came home from school we would curl up on the
sofa and have a cuddle while she watched her favourite programme on the
television. At the weekends we would often go to the forest for a walk
with her mum and dad. At bedtime I would go up to Alice’s bedroom and
see her safely into her bed and after a cuddle I would go back downstairs
and spent the rest of the evening curled up on the lap of either mum or
dad until it was time for us to go to bed. I had a lovely beanbag in the
conservatory and this was my special place.
Life was really good and I felt I had been so lucky after my first home.
Alice grew so much during the year and we had such a lot of fun, even
though I did get into trouble a few times for being rather naughty, but all
in all it was a good year. In September Alice started in her new year at
school and she did a story about me as one of her projects so everyone
knew about me now and when I went to school to collect her with her mum
each day I would get a lot of children coming over to make a fuss of me.
As it got nearer to Christmas they started practicing for the school
nativity play and of course Christmas was a big talking point. All of her
friends would say what they wanted Father Christmas to bring them and
Alice said she wanted him to bring a lovely toy for me. She had seen one
in the pet shop and her mum had said maybe Father Christmas would
bring it for me, so she didn’t get it. School finished and there were a few
days before Christmas Day to finish getting things ready so Alice helped
when she could. I just hung about hoping that some tasty morsel
happened to fall to the floor. Christmas Eve came and after tea and her
bath Alice was ready to go to bed. She said she wouldn’t sleep, but within
a very short time she was. Mum and dad finished tidying up and saw me
out to my bed before going off to bed themselves. I was dozing off and
thought I heard some bells, so I sat up and listened again. Sure enough
there they were again and they were much closer. I heard a door open
and someone came into the conservatory. He was dressed in a red coat
with a hood and red trousers and had a long white beard.
“Hello Buster. It’s nice to meet you and know you have a nice home this
Christmas and are really happy now. I am just leaving the presents for
Alice and then I must go as I have a lot to do tonight. Have a lovely
Christmas”, and he was gone. I sat there wondering if I had dreamed it,
but next day I had a present wrapped up from Father Christmas – a lovely
rubber bone and a squeaky Father Christmas.
