A Jack Russell Terrier ran off with it and buried it somewhere. The owner couldn’t control it and it got into our gated garden somehow, then stole my teddy bear. We never found Boo Boo. The owner gave us some money to buy a new one but it wasn’t the same.
She gave us quite a lot of money and bought a big expensive grey Persian cat called Purdey, but it just stayed in its big plastic box, (it was too posh to play with).
Eventually, I got a lion called Sandy from Lions of Longleat Safari Park, got really attached to that, but I’m not sure where that is now?
longleat.co.uk/safari/lion-country
This is why I grew up with a hatred towards wild vicious dogs. Luckily I remembered my gran had a cute poodle when I was a crawling toddler,
so I have learned to like dogs again. Also, I learned a few weeks back it is cruel to the dog not to control it properly.
Still, wake up in the night sometimes and cry about Boo Boo.
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