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This is Wispy. She arrived first as Frosty's insurance policy. I saw her when attending the open day of Dogline, our local dog re-homing service run by Sue York. She was very nervous. Her mother had been re-homed easily but Wispy, who had never worked, had spent two years tied to her kennel in the farmyard and, I suppose, had learnt to relate only to whoever gave her her dinner. People were a dangerous unknown at which one barked from a distance. At Sue's request I went to talk to her [She was tied to the aga in the kitchen while the public were there and so had no option but to submit]. I went home and, thinking about her and also that Frosty was on pills and borrowed time due to a bad heart murmur, I thought that perhaps I should take the little waif. Then I thought, 'No, Frosty is going to go on for years on her pills.' And I dismissed the thought. But when I went to bed, I couldn't sleep for the superstitious fear that counting on

Frosty's survival would hasten her end ['Never count your chickens or the fox is sure to gobble them up' is my only superstition. I was so worried because I could not unthink my rash thought that I decided the only way to undo it was to say I'd have Wispy. So I did and Frosty managed another year.

 

This is Frosty Dog with Bess up on the fridd [mountain pasture] above Bodyfuddau. Bess comes for her holidays. More of her later.

 

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