Remembering Volkan's words ...

I've always been nervy around dogs - 

It goes back to when I was a paperboy - 

There was a house, halfway down Bramber Road, where there was a dog which lay in wait for The Daily Mail - 

Each morning the dog would leap up behind the door, snatching the paper from the letter box - 

I'd see it through the panel of frosted glass, a blur of yellowy brown vicious fur - 

I'd hear it snarling, ripping an editorial to shreds - 

I dreaded the thought of it getting out - 

I imagined it hiding behind the privet hedge, leaping out to sink its teeth in my ankle - 

It's owner would say normally it wouldn't hurt a fly - 

But today Ruby, Gordon's dog, was a delight to look after - 

I sat with her in the porch of the church, stroking her silky fur - 

We listened to late afternoon birdsong - 

I remembered Volkan's words - dogs are like people I think - some are bad - some are good - 

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Monday 20 March 2017

Church of Saint Mary the Virgin

East Stoke 

Dorset