In memory of

Alfie

Portrait of Alfie

I don’t know where I’m going but I’m going there with as much sass and attitude as possible.

Unmistakably them

If Alfie did not want a walk you’d have to physically drag him out the door then he would walk slow and make it as inconvenient as possible for you, which was always very funny 😂 Alfie also loved to bury his toys under the sofa and bark at you if you say anywhere near the buried toy, sometimes you weren’t even allowed to enter the room! He also loved begging my nan for scraps of toast which she swore she never fed him 😉

A treasured memory

My father and mother adopted him when they got together so when they got divorced Alfie stayed with my mother. One day my father came over after about 7 years of not seeing Alfie and Alfie went nuts he was the happiest I’ve ever seen a dog, my father stayed an extra hour to play with him, Alfie was 15 then but at the moment became a puppy again.

Alfie, photo 2
Alfie, photo 3
Alfie, photo 4