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Today is ideal to share a story about my ‘mutt’, my Heinz 5, mongrel dog.
His name was Ricky and my Mum and Dad let me choose him from a pet shop window. It was my seventh birthday, and he was to be my gift.
Ricky was the brightest and most intelligent dog I’ve ever known. In those days, it was normal to have dogs roaming the streets. My mother used to let Ricky out in the morning and he would go where ever he wished. It sounds very strange now, but it’s how things were back then. Ricky used to come and go all day, but stayed in at night.
One day, when mum walked us to school, Ricky joined us. Mum tried to send him home, but he refused to go. He wanted to spend the day with us.
Our school was open plan, with a grassy central courtyard. We were shielded from the weather by a glass canopy than ran round the building above the doors.
Ricky sat outside my classroom. When break time came, he joined all the children in the playground where we chased him about. He loved the attention. When we returned to the classroom, he kept vigil outside my door. It was the same at dinnertime and afternoon play. The teachers didn’t seem to mind either.
In late afternoon, as he settled once more outside my classroom door, the teacher let him inside. I still have a vivid memory of him walking up and down the aisle of desks while the children leaning down to stroke him. I felt so proud that he was my dog.
At the end of the day, Ricky walked home with us after thoroughly enjoying his time at school.
These are the only photos I have him.
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Ricky sounds like such a great dog! A great story.
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