2007: A poodle tale, a lost limb, a hint of chickens to come, statements of the obvious, and deceiving bishops
This is the penultimate part of my blog retrospective. 2007 was the year that saw me enter my forties. Marked by a poodle for the glory of gay gods tells the story of how my mother’s pet poodle bit the doctor who turned up too late to attend my home birth. It might arguably be not only my best headline ever, but also one of the funniest personal stories I’ve ever shared online (even though I, obviously enough, have no recollection of the events as told to me by my mum).
Mandrake, our marmalade tabby, had one of his rear legs amputated in February, after being hit by a car. He managed seven years before this happened, though he lived a life of extreme sports, we surmised, owing to the fact that he was always accident-prone. But the loss of a leg was in a different league to the scratches and scrapes he’d gotten himself into previously. He went on to get hit by another car in the early autumn, that time suffering head trauma. We kept him indoors after that, until we moved from the house in the middle of nowhere that nevertheless sat on the side of an incredibly busy road. Although we now live in a town, our road is generally very quiet and almost traffic-free.
tags: African bishops, AIDS, amputations, bereavement, birth, cats, chickens, condoms, deception, deforestation, gay, God, HIV, hypocrisy, iMac, lies, MacBook Pro, nature, poodles, Windows
