While rumaging through cubords and draws searching for something , very much part of my present. I stumbled upon something very much part of my distant passed. How it found itself ther carefully placed down the side of a box of documents, I shall never know. Squirreled away possibly by me when I was a drinker. (3 years alcohol free in May “YEA” ) I was 13 years old when this pic was taken.My Dogs name was “Baron Von Norge” I have never forgotten him and never shall. I loved him and his passing effected me for a very long time. Dogs can cast very long shadows. Even at the tender age of 13 I possed a very powerfull love of Dogs.
One evening I was alone in the house, when I heard someone walking by. Then I heard the door handle being turned, I knew the door was locked. But this did not stop my hackles rising nor Barons. I rose and walked toward the door and opened it. Baron dashed passed me and began barking like mad at something or someone. When I looked, to my right, Baron had a policeman pinned to the wall. Hands in the air and with a look of shock on his face. (I shall never forget that picture lol )
I don’t recall what words were spoken, but I guess the policeman never tried my door again 🙂 I was so proud of Baron. To this day I do not understand why a policeman should try the door handle of “my” house. One would often see the police trying the doors of shops etc. But never of domestic dwellings.
Just about where I am stood in the picture now excists a Starbucks !!!. “OH” how times change and how swiftly.
Below is a pic of a murial I painted ages ago. Some may have seen it before on W.L.S.
Just a thought..!!!
Is just around the corner. “YES”