HEAR ALL SIDES: Letters to the Editor. Picture: Pixabay.com
WHEN my mother was in her early twenties, she was living at home with her family in a large terraced house. They had a Yorkshire terrier, called Cheeky.
One winter’s evening, with snow on the ground, the little dog went to the bus stop at the end of the street to wait for Mam alighting from the bus from work.
It waited some time and was frozen with the snow, near to death.
She brought it home and put it in front of the coal fire and nursed it back to health.
T Luxmore, Darlington
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