A filler on my Dalmation Ouija story. I talked to Mam on the phone last night. She says that the dog in question wasn't put to sleep for biting my little sister but for "killing chickens". The pooch was a bitch she got on "breeding terms" from a nearby farmer who had a sideline with pedigree dogs. Mam get's the bitch, pay's for the stud then half of the litter (or all the litter if only one pup) was given back to the breeder. Mam then kept the rest of the litter and the bitch.
Like me, she doesn't remember the dog's name, and, "the dog wasn't really a pet", in fact, she doesn't think the dog had a name at all!
I said to her I can't remember any dalmation puppies. I do remember other puppies but no dalmations. Mam then tell's me there were no "dally" puppies, the bitch was barren.
Anyway, I tease her about the animal being able to communicate (in English) through weeji and she chided me, "there's some things you shouldn't muck about with and weeji is one of them".
This is the kicker, Mam tells me that the "weeji woof" incident never even happened! She remembers often playing weeji but no dog "ever came through." I tell her about the "woof" message but she is adamant, "Why would I talk to a dead dog? Do you think I'm daft?" says she. Mam notes my silence and tells me to shut up and "what time are you picking me up for Tesco's?"
Later this got me thinking. There's no doubt my lil sis got bit (she cried more about the tetanus jab than the bite) It opened my eyes a little that my mother had that bitch put down not because she took a lump out of little Vivienne's arse but because she mangled some scrawny chooks! I used to hate them birds. I had to go looking for the eggs in all sorts of places around the yard and in the orchard. It was a pig of a job in the winter.
My thoughts are that the old man was behind the dally's demise. Things were tight money-wise back then. My mother loves animals so probably forgave the dog for nipping Viv but once she killed the hens, who brought in a little cash with the eggs (ie helped to pay for the old man's cider) she was doomed. I won't delve into this much further with Mam because my father died not long ago and she still grieves.
Thanks to the OP for bringing back these memories. Forgive my little indulgence here. Who'd want to be fourteen again huh?
BV