Boogie
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Boogie
We had dogs when I was growing up, Skipper and Jamie, but Boogie was the first dog who was all mine.
I lived in Birmingham with my parents. We hadn’t had a dog for about five years and I pestered my Mum every day. The answer was always ‘When you have your own place you can get a dog’.
So, aged 18 I arrived at university in London and the first place I went was Battersea Dog’s home and chose me a six month old puppy, Boogie! I chose the quiet, shy one who sat forlornly at the back of his pen. In those days there were no home checks, you just walked out with your dog. Boogie went loopy the moment we got outside, he was so happy - and remained happy all his life.
He went everywhere with me lectures, pubs, on the tube, on the train home. We were inseparable. I lived (typical 70s style) in a semi-squat in St John’s Wood - we had cats and chickens and lots and lots of parties.
I met Mr Boogs and my plans of living in London with my friends changed. We got married and moved ‘up North’. I great move for Boogie Boy. Lots of lovely countryside walks.
Boogie lived for 19 happy healthy years - very nearly 20! He saw our boys grow up. When he needed to be put to sleep I explained to the boys. They both cried a river, and so did I. The only reason he had to be put to sleep was that all his legs suddenly stopped working. He was otherwise very well. The Vet came to our house and injected Boogie while he was asleep on his favourite pillow. I remember it like it was yesterday.
The youngest, Andrew, for years after that said “You killed my dog”. Last year (aged 30!) he put his arm round me and said “Mum, I do understand that you had to have Boogie put down. I smiled and said “About time too!”
He had many breeds in him, as most strays did in those days. Dogs lived on the street and bred freely with each other. We always thought he had Collie and Manchester Terrier in him too.
Boogie came on our narrowboat every weekend and holiday with the boys and the cat. Mum and Dad always loved him and would look after him when we were at work - we both worked full time.
I remember him every day and have always used his name for my online name.
Boogie
In the back yard of our first house with Silver, our bunny. Silver had the free fun of the house and used litter trays like a cat.
With my eldest son.
With a very young Mr Boogs
We had dogs when I was growing up, Skipper and Jamie, but Boogie was the first dog who was all mine.
I lived in Birmingham with my parents. We hadn’t had a dog for about five years and I pestered my Mum every day. The answer was always ‘When you have your own place you can get a dog’.
So, aged 18 I arrived at university in London and the first place I went was Battersea Dog’s home and chose me a six month old puppy, Boogie! I chose the quiet, shy one who sat forlornly at the back of his pen. In those days there were no home checks, you just walked out with your dog. Boogie went loopy the moment we got outside, he was so happy - and remained happy all his life.
He went everywhere with me lectures, pubs, on the tube, on the train home. We were inseparable. I lived (typical 70s style) in a semi-squat in St John’s Wood - we had cats and chickens and lots and lots of parties.
I met Mr Boogs and my plans of living in London with my friends changed. We got married and moved ‘up North’. I great move for Boogie Boy. Lots of lovely countryside walks.
Boogie lived for 19 happy healthy years - very nearly 20! He saw our boys grow up. When he needed to be put to sleep I explained to the boys. They both cried a river, and so did I. The only reason he had to be put to sleep was that all his legs suddenly stopped working. He was otherwise very well. The Vet came to our house and injected Boogie while he was asleep on his favourite pillow. I remember it like it was yesterday.
The youngest, Andrew, for years after that said “You killed my dog”. Last year (aged 30!) he put his arm round me and said “Mum, I do understand that you had to have Boogie put down. I smiled and said “About time too!”
He had many breeds in him, as most strays did in those days. Dogs lived on the street and bred freely with each other. We always thought he had Collie and Manchester Terrier in him too.
Boogie came on our narrowboat every weekend and holiday with the boys and the cat. Mum and Dad always loved him and would look after him when we were at work - we both worked full time.
I remember him every day and have always used his name for my online name.
Boogie
In the back yard of our first house with Silver, our bunny. Silver had the free fun of the house and used litter trays like a cat.
With my eldest son.
With a very young Mr Boogs
to Mr Boog’s hair in that first photo, and to your dungarees in the second. Fan-tastic