If You’ve Got It! [Episode 3]

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If You’ve Got It!

“I feel pretty
Oh, so pretty
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
Any girl who isn’t me tonight

I feel charming
Oh, so charming
It’s alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I’m real”

Westside Story – lyrics to “I Feel Pretty”

Mummy says, if you have it you should flaunt it, and apparently ‘l have it” It makes sense, the amount of people who stop Dad and Mummy when we are out walking and are so complementary towards me, well it can be embarrassing, but if that is the way it is, who am l to argue?

Two leggeds are just so ‘right’ all the time, or so l am led to believe, so if they say l am pretty, and lovely, then that is how it must be. They say that considering my age, l am holding my own – which l am not quite sure what they mean? Holding my own what’s? For such a wise race, at times they are the most confuddling species going!

However, Dad always said l was a real sweetie when l was younger and l adopted him – oh yes indeed, it was l who adopted Dad and not the other way round. He used to keep a lot of exotic animal for his business, and he used to have a huge building, and one night l liked the smell of it so much that l simply slid under the big outdoor gate.

I was about 8 weeks of age when l stumbled across Dad’s building … admittedly l don’t have many memories of when l was young before Dad. I remember being scared because l think l had been abandoned in the countryside and left to either fend for myself or die sadly – but at my own concession, l am a toughie. [Well if Dad thought to call me Scrappy Doo after Scooby Doo’s cousin that says it all doesn’t it?]

But l could smell other dogs that cold night that l found myself wandering alone on the Fens [Lincolnshire], and whilst they were not there when l slid under that big metal gate, l could smell they were friendly. Once inside, l found a lovely warm area and snuggled down to sleep. I was awoken the next morning by the arrival of Dad coming to feed his animals. It was a Sunday apparently and he didn’t have all the dogs with him, but and it was a big BUT, l did meet Misty who adopted me as her own in many respects and became my Mother, Grandmother and best friend all in one and all at once! There is a photo here of us both when l was just over a year old. She died when l was six. But she was in my life from the time l adopted Dad when l was only around 8 weeks of age. That is how old Dad thought l was. He had another dog or bitch of my age, called Dora and so he gave me her birthday so we could share that day together.

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My Mate, Mum & Grand mum Misty!

The vets also back then agreed with Dad, they said that l looked between 6 – 8 weeks old. I had no microchip, and no one came to collect me, which l was really pleased about because l really loved Dad from the first day we met. I then became one of the girls that lived in the building with Misty and the other animals – finally l had a real home, where l was loved and wanted!

I became part of Dad’s pack, so whenever you hear me talk of being the last pack member it is because of that. Dad is l guess the last pack member after me. Dora died in 2014 and she was the second to last, so it is sad. I will be 14 this November and every birthday l have we all remember her as well.

But l specially asked Dad to dig out some of the older photos of me and then you will see just how cute l was, and l was and not just that but really pretty! So, if you’ve got it girls – flaunt it!

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Now Who Says This Isn’t Cute?

Catch you later, thanks for stopping by and reading! If you want to see more photos of me, then stop by here …

Tootle pip from Doodlepip

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