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Forever Amber: The Early Years. Part 2 – Toylet humour
Forever Amber: The Early Years. Part 2 – Toylet humour
When I was a child, my parents would occasionally find themselves looking after two dogs. The dogs in question were brothers: Snoopy belonged to my mum’s parents and Rusty belonged to my dad’s parents, and if both sets of grandparents decided to take holidays at the same time, the dogs would come to us. This was, of course, a very great thrill for me, although not so much for my parents, who knew that every visit with the dogs would end with me writing this kind of thing in my News Book: It didn’t scan too well, but the text reads:
Once you know that “pumped” = “farted” you will perhaps be able to understand the trepidation with which my mum and dad approached each parents evening, knowing that this is the kind of thing I would’ve spent the term writing about. Incidentally, Snoopy wasn’t exactly Mr Perfectpants either:
What I don’t mention in the text, but what is painfully apparent from the accompanying image, is that Snoopy didn’t just do the toylet in the cichon, he clearly dun it on the washing machine. (Now we know where Rubin gets that from!) And that my mum apparently had to lie on her belly to clean it up. Also pictured: my “grann”, who, like me, had hair the approximate colour of a post box. She’s presumably cooking up the sanwiches and biscuts, while I just stand there thinking, “I’m SO going to write about this on the Internet one day!” Here are the dogs in question, apparently being strangled by me, and both thinking, “Oh God, please don’t let her write about us in her News Book…”  Rusty & Snoopy Rusty (he of the “pumping”) is on the left of the shot, with Snoopy (of “toylet” fame) on the right. What you can’t really see from this is that although Snoopy looks like the smaller of the two here, he was actually almost as tall as house, and could dance on his hind legs:
 Snoopy and me And this was in addition to being able to “oppen” the living room door! God, I loved those dogs…
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These posts are seriously killing me. Please keep them coming.
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Oh, don’t worry, there’s plenty more where those came from! And to think my parents thought the public humiliation was over….
you have three legs in the bottom picture
Oh God, I hoped you’d never find out about my Third Leg… Looks like my secret is out
ah, so this is where the amputation rumours started?
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OK, I admit it: I don’t just have one leg, but I DID have three at one point. SO embarassing, can’t believe I let the cat out of the bag like this! (Or the dog out of the cichon, as the case may be…)
These are adorable – what a cute little girl you must’ve been! Was your hair actually the color of a post box, though?
Oh yes, it was the exact colour depicted in the drawing
i noticed a ” brother” in the last draw, is there any explanation for that ? ^^
That’s just the end of the story this particular drawing was attached to.
Ow… dying from the funny
Ha, I aim to please
Loooool this is so stinkin’ cute! Love the way you mispelled all the words! Apparently you were already having a dresses-love-affair back then! One orange, one purple – very pretty!
Oh yes, I was all about the dresses. They had to be triangular, though. And in primary colours
Umm, worryingly I have a similar picture of me dancing with our dog when I was a child. Only our dog was a red setter called Sasha and when you’re 4 or so that really IS as tall as a house… or pretty damned tall at least! I’ll have to dig that out and see what colour frock I was wearing…
Don’t think I wrote about Sasha’s toilet habits though…
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Oh, you must try and find it! Who knew there was more than one massive dancing dog!
Amber these posts are flippin’ amazing, can’t wait to read more! Well done for thinking about stylish design at such a young age though, seriously your “grann’s” skirt matched perfectly with her snazzy purple cooker and the bright yellow washing machine also matches your mum’s vibrant lime outfit rather well. I love how she’s just laying down on the floor cleaning by the way lmfao. Definitely a housework tip to take note of! Becky x
Yes, I was very matchy-matchy as child, obviously! Slightly worried by my bright orange dress, though – why not purple to match the cooker I wonder?
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