Michael's friend Alf
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michael_gothard_archiveMemories from Michael Gothard's adopted sister, Wendy.
"We got Alf early in 1970. He was a miniature smooth Dachshund, tan in colour. He was a feisty soul, but full of fun and very affectionate (if he felt like it). He knew Michael from when he was a puppy, as we got him when he was only 6 weeks old. Alf knew who he loved, and adored my mother and Michael in that order.
He followed Michael everywhere, slept in his room, and if he was feeling low, never left him. Dogs are sensitive, and even if Michael had not wanted him around Alf would not have left him when he was depressed. He actually guarded Michael.
They were great mates, even when Alf would not get off his bed. He would also get under the bed, and if you tried to get him out he would growl like mad.
Michael loved taking all the dogs for a walk, often with me and even a couple of friends in tow, and Alf usually ended up having what my mother termed as a “carry walk.” Alf would start off walking and arrive back tucked under Michael’s arm!
If Michael drove my mother’s orange mini, Alf would sit on Michael’s lap, and growl every time he changed gear!
He was a massive character. He died at the ripe old age of 13 in 1983 … growling to the grave!"
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"We got Alf early in 1970. He was a miniature smooth Dachshund, tan in colour. He was a feisty soul, but full of fun and very affectionate (if he felt like it). He knew Michael from when he was a puppy, as we got him when he was only 6 weeks old. Alf knew who he loved, and adored my mother and Michael in that order.
He followed Michael everywhere, slept in his room, and if he was feeling low, never left him. Dogs are sensitive, and even if Michael had not wanted him around Alf would not have left him when he was depressed. He actually guarded Michael.
They were great mates, even when Alf would not get off his bed. He would also get under the bed, and if you tried to get him out he would growl like mad.
Michael loved taking all the dogs for a walk, often with me and even a couple of friends in tow, and Alf usually ended up having what my mother termed as a “carry walk.” Alf would start off walking and arrive back tucked under Michael’s arm!
If Michael drove my mother’s orange mini, Alf would sit on Michael’s lap, and growl every time he changed gear!
He was a massive character. He died at the ripe old age of 13 in 1983 … growling to the grave!"
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