Scamp was my Nan's dog. I only remember him being older, and slower, and plodding, though I'm told he was more energetic at some point. I remember that I gave him one of my soft toys -- a turtle, with a secret pouch, which held 2p and a secret. I don't remember what the secret was -- the turtle got washed with the slip of paper still inside it, so when the turtle was returned to me, I couldn't read the secret -- but Scamp kept it for me. He used the turtle as a pillow.
I used to sit in the front room of my Nan's house. Sometimes, if I was gone for a while and the appropriate doors were open to let him come through, I'd be sat reading or drawing and I would hear a panting noise and there he would be. Someone always used to say that he was checking to see if I was alright. He used to lie down for a bit of a rest then, most of the time, with his head on my feet.
I wish I had a picture of Scamp to show you. I wish I could find his companion, the turtle.
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Yeah Scamp was always like that... thats why we loved him though, old and plodding but still extremely lovable and cute and all the other nice things I could say about him, cause he was so very very nice and handsome and yeah.. I think you might get the point I'll stop rabbling about now...
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Although I do remember the day he did a personality 180 and started racing up and down the living room. It was just me, that holiday, though, so you didn't see.
He used to do that all the time when he was young, and he used to jump up on you when you arrived. I bet you can't imagine that!! Mum.
No, I can't! It's the jumping that I have trouble imagining!
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