When I was a boy I lived in a house by the railway with my three brothers and my sister.
At night I would watch the trains going by and wish I could have a dog.
I asked my parents again and again. The answer was always the same; a dog costs too much money. One morning on my way to school I spotted an evvelope in the gutter. It was full of banknotes.
The notes inside the envelope were a mystery to me and I handed them around to my classmates, which caused great excitement.
The teacher wanted to know where all this money came from...........Paul Taylor miss!
She collected the notes up. It came to seven pounds and ten shiilings all in ten-shilling notes.
Dad said we should take the money to the police station.
The sergeant said if nobody claimed it in the next six months the cash would be mine.
Six months passed and one night Dad came home carrying a cardboard box.
He placed it on the kitchen table and took out a puppy.
'He's a Corgi' said Dad.
'I want to call him Bryn' said Mum.
Bryn loved us and we loved him.
He did have some strange ways though.
He hated the Hoover for example and would attack it viciously.
He did however, like to see the butcher boy arriving.
This meant he would get some treats, maybe even a bone, if he was very lucky.
