Drat that darn dog
A-Z challenge - My memories of life on the farm in the nineteen fifties and sixties
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When the sheets wore thin they were cut down the middle then the sides resewn together. Knitted jumpers were darned where holes had appeared. I’m grateful I no longer feel the need to darn anything!
The skill did come in handy at boarding school in the sixties, those 30 denier stockings were liable to hole. When a dab of nail polish would not suffice to stop a run, that darn skill was useful.
DogsDogs were essential for working with sheep. Flossie was treasured and she worked hard. Sometimes, of course, the dog would run contrary to orders and try to anticipate where the sheep were to go. In such a case my father in retelling the story would refer to ‘that darn dog.’ He was a very mild-mannered man and I never heard him use language stronger than that.
The bond between man and dog working together each day was strong and close. Often Dad would sit on the veranda after meals with his dog. How sad it was when a dog became old and no longer able to work, the inevitable day would come for the dog to be put down. No trip to the vet for a needle like our pampered pet pooches of today. The heartbreak of disposing of one's own dog was part and parcel of farm life.
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