Yarrow's Page
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To every one who
knew Yarrow:
Yarrow is no longer
with me. However, I'll keep this page as it was, because it's too hard
to change it.
So this page is a
celebration of a wonderful friend.
Ann
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My dog Yarrow was, at the time, probably the
most important person at Heron's Flight. He was very fond of
- me
- other people and some
other dogs
- beanbags and a nice warm fire
- food
- walks
- not necessarily in that order.
In his old age, he even liked Sponge!
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He really loved escorting my guests on tours
of the village ...
If he got so far then lost interest,or if
it started raining, he just turned around and came home again, with or
without his escort!
That was quite OK: all the locals know him
and were well aware that he knew the village smells, nooks and crannies
much better than they did.
(Thanks to
Graeme and Thea Russell for this photo.)
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Yarrow was equally delighted to be sitting
on his bean-bag in front of the fire, as in this photo, or out and
about in the garden.
If it was a cold evening though, his efforts
to warm both sides of himself were very funny to watch!
(Thanks to
Sam MacKenzie for this photo)
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Yarrow had a troubled puppy-hood, and so
when he arrived at Heron's Flight and found how fond of him Dolan and I
became, he latched on and simply became part of the family from then
on.
He was a wonderful friend and companion.
Indeed, some of my most sensible conversations were with Yarrow. Often,
we did not need even to converse!!
(Thanks to
Neville Peterkin for this photo)
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