Thursday 26 March 2009

The Magic Word

The magic word started with my father, he used to feed our lovely Cocker Spaniel, Honey, on mixer biscuits and 'Butcher's Tripe' dog food. Before dishing up he used to call Honey for her meal by shouting "Butcherooney". Honey learned to associate "Butcherooney" with being fed, and so did Pudding. Now all the dogs in the family respond to "Butcherooney" in the same way, including Fudge and Peach who never knew my Dad. It's a tradition that I like to keep up, partly from habit and partly to remember my Dad and Honey, who sadly are no longer with us.

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