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| Amy |
When I first met Amy she was looking after the dog of one of her daughters (not the one I was to marry).
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| Major |
Major has long since gone to that great boneyard in the sky but, in life, he was never short of a bone or two as Amy's husband was a master butcher. In those days long before the advent of BSE all butchers would give a dog a bone, and some came rolling home.
However the only photo I have is
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| Whale jawbone, Whitby |
Even Major would have struggled with this.
When the bone on the prompt went missing I saw that Alan had said on Facebook that the call this week was late going up because Amy the Dog stole the bone. It certainly couldn't have been my Amy's Dog.
If you need some exercise this weekend you could always dance your way across to
by doing the
Skeleton Dance
