September began with a dog walk. Suzy’s gorgeous wee niece Ferne, who is also related to me (she’s my second cousin twice removed) has a brain tumour. It’s just awful, she won’t even be two years old until October. Her doctors have a treatment plan of chemotherapy over the next six to nine months. My heart goes out to her young parents, Rachel and John, and her grandparents and uncles and aunties. She is a very loved little girl, and I couldn’t think of any way that I could lend my support to the family, until Gran Jan (who of course is Ferne’s great-grandma) mentioned to me that Vinnie the dog needs taken for walks when Ferne and her Mum and Dad are in hospital. This can be at quite short notice, so Rachel and John have set up a WhatsApp group where people can volunteer. I got myself added to the WhatsApp group, and was ready for action.
Ruth, already a stalwart of the Vinnie WhatsApp group, very kindly offered to accompany me for my first Vinnie walk. We took Vinnie up to Holmhills Park and then to Cambuslang Park, and Ruth talked me through his habits and preferences and we threw his ball for him. It was all good fun, although I was taken aback by the really huge poo which Vinnie produced, much mightier than any cat poo I have seen. Ruth nobly scooped it up, but I will have to do it next time!
Ruth, already a stalwart of the Vinnie WhatsApp group, very kindly offered to accompany me for my first Vinnie walk. We took Vinnie up to Holmhills Park and then to Cambuslang Park, and Ruth talked me through his habits and preferences and we threw his ball for him. It was all good fun, although I was taken aback by the really huge poo which Vinnie produced, much mightier than any cat poo I have seen. Ruth nobly scooped it up, but I will have to do it next time!
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