http://www.independent.ie/opinion/analysis/dead-dog-walking-is-just-one-last-wag-from-the-final-appeal-1867220.html
Just to note on this one, Sheebs is still alive today- but only just. The Sunday Independent has a nice pic in hard copy of her but she was unable to stand up for it. All flowers, doggie bones and donations to be given to the 'Dublin' dog shelter on her request.
Yours sadly,
Florence.
About Me
- Flo:
- I was born in a small Irish village, Co. Galway back in 1963. There were no siblings. My first few years were spent in an Industrial School. My parents were both from 'good stock' as they say. She the youngest daughter of a Catholic farmer, he the oldest son of a Church of Ireland landowner. However, fortunes weren't to favour them-he had a wee bit of alcoholisim, and she had a wee bit of mental illness. He knew he'd not get a scrap of land if they married, but true love and all that. 'Romeo' and 'Juliet' aka Jack and Dympna tied the knot in unholy charmony, and all of our fates were sealed. Wasn't the most ideal upbringing, but it wasn't the worst either. I grew up in the day's of hay turning, butter churning and cow milking on my cousins farms. Even though my father didn't own the land, I still had a strong enough tie to farming life to have loved everything about it. Driving a tractor at full speed past the local sargents house at twelve years old was only a part of the 'juvenile deliquency' us 'culchies' could manage. Bording school, nurse training, motherhood and a bit of writing in the media have brought me to now.