Our Childhood Dog

English: McNab dog

 

 

 

Well, he really wasn’t our dog

 

He belonged to our Uncle Joe and grandmother who lived next door

 

but we loved him like he was ours!

 

He was black and white

 

and he spent a lot of time at our house

 

He loved to tap his tail against

 

anything that was close

 

When grandfather died

 

he wouldn’t leave the bedroom door

 

He was a knowing dog and he

 

knew that Grandfather Whiffin was dead

 

He played with us outdoors

 

and went everywhere with us

 

Although he really wasn’t our dog

 

he was in every way that counted!

 

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About Newfoundland Traveller

I'm a Newfoundlander with a love of reading, writing and travelling. I've travelled around our province and lived in four provinces of Canada. I love a good book and a good blog. My family means the world to me, and some day I hope to travel to many countries of the world with my husband and sons' families.
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