Mystic Brenda Marie
This is an old photo. This is my beloved grandfather Chapman’s basset hound. To me, this was no ordinary dog. He was my childhood best friend. Yes, he was my grandfather’s dog, but, when I stayed with my grandparents this dog followed me.
His name was Fred. I was six years old when this dog owned me. He was my first dog. He died following me to school. It was only up the road. But, he was hit by a car. 35 years later, he returned to me, in the form of a basset-dachshund, also named Fred.
I had a childhood friend too. I still remember how I cried when he died…