It did not take me long to finish Deborah Orr's memoir. It was honestly and brilliantly written, no holds barred. It's sad that she did not live to see it published. You know, apart from newspaper pieces, I've never actually read Will Self, even though it was he who first gave me the idea of reading multiple books simultaneously. Self claimed to be reading 50 books at a time. Twelve is plenty for me.
I haven't yet opened Redemption Falls but I am looking forward to it.
On Zoe's advice, I am working on a map of animal graves as we buried our 17th dog last Friday. That was Tess, who belonged to some young friends of ours. Tess was a rescue dog (dumped by the roadside) and had been with her family for thirteen years. She had a good life with them.
If it wasn't for this blog I wouldn't be able to remember the dog burials. Currently, they are as follows,
Polly, Molly, Danny, Penny, Chip, Jock, Rosie, Peppy, Paddy, Charlie, Bonnie, Holly, Maeve, Frank, Roy, Gracie and Tess.
Polly, Molly, Danny, Rosie, Paddy, Charlie, Bonnie and Roy belonged to us.
Penny was Pearlie's dog.
Chip (Danny's mother) and Maeve belonged to a friend.
Jock and Holly belonged to the Wee Manny family.
Peppy belonged to another good friend.
Frank was a regular visitor here. He belonged to the Banjos.
Gracie was the much-beloved dog belonging to Zoe and her family.
And Tess was part of the Wee Manny family, next generation.
In case anyone may be thinking that we are very unfortunate with our canine companions, let it be known that these interments took place over a period of 23 years.