Monday, 18 February 2013

A tribute to The Boo. The beginning

This it the tribute to a wonderful companion, buddy and soul mate. My Boo, *The Boo* as she was truly a one off, the most loving and loyal friend one could wish to have. I was there when she was born, the last but the bravest and feistiest of the litter. She was a darker brindle than the rest with a white face and chest wobbly little legs with great big paws. That's gonna be a big one look at the size of her feet everyone said but I didn't care.
Collected her on her eighth week and took her back to our new home "The Barge Becky" where we were to spend the next fourteen years together. The journey home was the beginning of a hate thing for The Boo, she hated the car and traveling. As I was to find out when she was sick in my camera bag. Which was better than the time she lost control and poo'd when we were on the motorway in a traffic jamb and stuck in the centre lane, after that we kept the traveling to a minimum and made sure to administer a sickness pill.
On the Becky Boo was always very clean never "going" below deck, I'd made a gate to the jetty so that she couldn't get off and she would "go" on deck, ease to hose down. Later when we moved to the other side of the canal I never bothered with a gate and had the door to the cabin on a weighted bungee cord so that she could come and go as she liked, she rewarded my trust by never going more than a few boat lengths away.
And so started our adventure together.
Beginning with Boo and the ball, that was any ball, anybody's, any shape and any size. She once burst onto a rugby field in Wales chased the ball and hugged it,( she would do this to all big balls that she couldn't pick up) so that when you tried to lift her off the ball it came up with her, fortunately the guys thought she was great but the ref awarded a penalty against her for not releasing the ball.
When we had the foot & mouth epidemic and we couldn't walk anywhere I used to take her to the car park with a basket ball and she would run herself ragged chasing it around. The only way to stop her was to grab the ball and put it in a black sack, for some reason she could never understand where the ball had gone and stand there with her tongue hanging out and a confused look on her face.