Sad news on Sunday night. Dice, Dave Pate's Sprocker Spaniel or I guess more Sandy's growing up dog, was put to sleep yesterday at the grand old age of 15. Gundog extraordinaire.
More obediant than any Paton child, and now grandchild. He once dragged out a length of drain pipe from the old static caravan down the bottom of the paddock, interesting smells and all that. When told to put it back, he did. To the amazement of DP.
And there was the story of him getting sent to the pooch parlour for a hair cut. The premises had to phone and say he'd disappeared. Dice had decided to go home himself and somehow managed to get out a walled garden and was sleeping in his basket. This was the same dog who was seen sitting where he'd been told to wait, for more than an hour.
He'd have held the lap record for running round the tyre wall if he didn't stop for drinks of manky water out of them.
Goodbye furry friend.
Unofficial Work Party Attendee
Sounds like a grand dog, no doubt much missed.