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I'm afraid this is not such a happy doggy bloggy, because our beautiful fluffy white cockapoo Harry was involved in an accident 4 weeks ago and broke his leg. We were in Hyde Park and Harry was off the lead and we decided (sliding doors moment) to go a different route. We didn't know, (and subsequently found out that many accidents have happened in the same area) that it was cycle path. However the cyclists shouldn't have been going so fast. They had already been warned by the park police for going over the speed limit. Anyway I only saw it after I heard Harry screaming. He had been hit by one of them and was stuck under the pedals. Jane screamed at them to slow down just before they hit him. It was a terrible feeling. I went crazy at them and the real Glasgow in me came out. They were apologetic but it was a terrible moment.

Jane picked him up and he calmed down very quickly. He was like a little lost baby. The police took the particulars and we hitched a lift on a park buggy back to the car and rushed him to the emergency vet. They saw him straight away and bandaged his leg up. He had a big cut on his leg and a cut on his neck. They took an X-ray and his leg was fractured. He was referred to 'The Ralph' which is an animal hospital in Marlow. They were unbelievable. I can't praise them highly enough. They kept him in for 2 days and fixed his leg up with screws and a metal plate . The problem now is that it's a 12 week rehabilitation period. 6 weeks in a cage and another 6 weeks confined to one room. So the first night Jane slept on the floor with him but now we have made a cage with a mattress in it, and he goes from day cage to his sleeping cage. So we are in double lock down because before we were loving the walking for hours every day but now he can't go out for more than 10 minutes four times a day.

So that's the latest and I'm sorry it doesn't have any humour in it. Hopefully I'll be back to an upbeat doggy bloggy next time.

Bye

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The 18th of December is a date that will be forever etched in my mind. The day we lost Andy Gray.

I won't go into the whole run up to that horrible day but Andy and I had been working together in Milton Keynes rehearsing for Sleeping Beauty. We had been billed as 'Pantomime Royalty' and both of us were ecstatic at working again together.

When the show was cancelled due to new covid restrictions Andy went back home to Perth to spend Christmas there. I don't think I've seen him so low. Even during his massive fight with Cancer he kept up.

Within a few days he had told us he had tested positive for Covid 19 and he wasn't feeling well on Christmas Day. He was taken into hospital shortly after that and put on Oxygen. Then we were told the dreaded news that he was on a ventilator.

He fought as only Andy could for more than two weeks. But as we now know he didn't win.

'The Boys' Andy Pickering, Jordan Young, and Grant Stott were devastated. We had, as a group been Zooming every week since the first lock down. We couldn't believe our pal, our stage partner Andy was gone. Andy's beautiful partner Tamara and his daughter Clare and grand daughter Anna we left desperately trying to come to terms with it.

It's been a week now and every morning as I wake up it's the first thing that comes into my head.

I cant imagine what the Panto will be like this year without him.

The tributes to him were unbelievable. They went on and on every day. Friends, acquaintances fans, celebrities, were all stunned.

To think that he had beaten Cancer and then to be taken so cruelly by this terrible disease.

We will, I hope, when things get back to normal, do a wonderful memorial for Andy.

So what else can I say. Andy we will miss you so so much. A reviewer of one our pantos a few years ago said :

'40 years from now grannies in Edinburgh will be shaking there heads and saying how they remember the great days of real panto at the Kings , the days when they had Andy Gray and Allan Stewart.

I was very proud to part of the team. Panto will never be the same again.....it's the end of and era.

Cheery bumps Andy xxxxx


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So......find a new profession they say. Well it's not a new profession but it will be my lock down goal. To design a 'poo bag' that is easy to open and make my life easier when walking Hershial. (By the way Hershial is Harry in jewish. One of my friends calls him that) So now that he is Hershial we will have to be circumcised. Oh no not the cone of shame again. Also the poor thing can't afford to loose any more of his private parts. Ok he can stay a gentile. Maybe I'll have him barmitzvahed when he is 13. Anyway back to the poo bag. Those of you who have a dog will know how difficult it is to get the bag out of it's little plastic holder (especially with gloves on) and then find the end where it opens. Now you need to lick your fingers to get it open and in these times that is not advisable. So as you struggle to open it Harry is standing looking at me. Even after about 1468 poos he still doesn't know why I have to pick it up. I suppose that is understandable. Can you imagine your wife standing by your side in the toilet waiting to pick up your shit. So as I said my goal is to be able to pull the bag out of a receptacle and it opens automatically. I have heard of a pooper scooper that you can place over the poo and it grabs the poo up and you can through it away. But I haven't found one yet.

Right that's my future sorted. What else has Hershial been doing. Well I'm afraid he is a kleptomaniac . He gets a kick out of stealing anything he can find. He goes into jacket pockets and steals gloves, masks, tissues. Oh yes he loves to eat tissues. He finds them in the street and carries them in his mouth till he gets home and swallows them. He doesn't seem to have any taste buds either. We spend fortunes on Butterbox food (liver beef lamb) but he eats horse shit. What is the point.

He is such a part of the family now. I said to Jane would you sell him for a million pounds. She said not ever for 10 million pounds. I said would you sell me for a million pounds. She said I'd give you away for nothing ......nice.

At least I now know where all the odd sox are going. Battersea Dog home.

Bye xxx

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