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 Twenty Wagging Tales
This heart-warming and often hilarious tale follows a year in the
life of Barrie and Dorothy Hawkins, who don’t quite realise what
they are letting themselves in for when they take on the challenge
of rescuing and rehoming orphan dogs.
It seems every canine character has a surprise in store: Monty,
the dog with a taste for cheese; Oscar, who has never been played
with or walked but develops a new zest for life at the age of twelve;
Digby, the enormous ex-guard dog who when he’s not squashing
the daisies is squashing Barrie’s foot…
The husband and wife team welcome them all into their hearts
and do everything it takes to change their lives for the better - and
the lives of their new owners, too.
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Chapter 1
Squashing the Daisies
‘He was a guard dog.’
‘A guard dog!’ I repeated.
‘In a car-breakers’ yard in the East End,’ Cecilia added.
I stood in silent contemplation for several moments as the implications of that piece of information sank in. Since my wife and I had decided to help dogs that needed a home we had taken in several, but the others had all been family pets.
‘Was a guard dog... How long ago?’ I asked.
‘Couple of hours,’ she replied.
I stood in silent contemplation again, this time with my mouth open.
Where’s Dorothy? I thought. This would happen when Dorothy isn’t here. In the couple of months since we had started our rescue work my wife had always been there to take charge when the dogs came in.
Cecilia was looking at me intently. I felt I was beginning to look hesitant in front of her and needed to offer an explanation.
‘Dorothy handles the dogs,’ I said. ‘I deal with the people – I don’t deal with the dogs.’ At least, that was the plan.
‘I bet you he’s a poppet,’ Cecilia said.
I turned and looked at the former parcel-delivery van in which Cecilia had brought the dog. I remembered that she’d always had a Volvo estate: I asked her what had happened to it. I think I was filling in time, putting off the moment before we had to open the back door of that van.
‘He’s too big to get in the Volvo estate,’ Cecilia said.
I looked up to the heavens.
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