Terrible ParentingMy parents used to lock my brother, sister and I in the car while they went to the pub for a "quick one" after work. This quick one might last several hours, during which they would send bottles of Indian Tonic Water to us by way of refreshment.
On one particularly cold evening, bored stupid, we lit a small bonfire on the back seat of the car using the cigarette lighter and the contents of the glove box. We owe our lives to passing winos. (BTW: Please no more Maddie or Jesus gags, they've been done.)
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 16 Aug 2007, 9:47)
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ahhh...the 'rents.As you all know when you're a little bit younger, but not old enough I suppose (aka: 17ish?), between Xmas and Hogmanay - you are a mess. My parent's are publicans. 'nuff said? not quite.
Year 2000. Hogmanay. 11am I wake up bleary eyed (as I had done for the past week). The dog is yowling at the garden door. Shame. Cuppa tea. Back to bed or some such. 1pm. Dog was taken to emergency vets. Been spasmining and yowling for a couple of hours. Got some pills. 3pm. Back at vets (me this time). Dog got put down.
Seems it wasn't just me that neglected the poor mutt. Bladder burst.
6 years later. The dog is in a cardboard urn underneath the telephone in the kitchen/dining room. Everytime time either me or my siblings visit the 'rents with a friend who's never been there or a new interest - they get introduced to the dog. Under the telephone. Customary to pet.
Reason: Not bought a tree to bury her under.
Length? She was howling for hours.
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