When I was a kid, the local postman took a liking to our dog Oscar. It wasn't hard to do: he was a gorgeous black labrador, a big, bumbling extrovert not over-burdened with brains, but full of charm and energy. Whenever the postman came, he'd always stay a few minutes in the front garden making a fuss of Oscar, who relished the attention. 'When you go on holiday,' he said once to my dad, 'please don't put him in kennels: I'd love to look after him for a couple of weeks, and my kids would think he was wonderful.' So we did, and I remember going round to his house in the nearest town when we got back, with a bottle of wine for him, and finding Oscar obligingly giving rides around the house to his five-year-old son, who was heartbroken when we took him away again. IIRC he badgered his dad so much that the postie gave in and got a labrador himself. I seem to remember him saying there was no need to bring him a present - it had just been a pleasure to look after the dog.
e2a I've no idea why I told that story all of a sudden 'cos it's hardly relevant, but it's a rather heartwarming memory.
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