I was very excited, as this was going to be the first time I’d met him. We had been driving a few hours, when my Mom suddenly yelled at my father and said: “Jim, that’s bloody disgusting!”
What, It wasn’t me, it was the dog. By the time he said that, the vile smell had wafted to the back seat of the car and all 3 of us kids were wanting fresh . . . FAST!
We couldn’t wind down the windows fast enough. After we’d finished choking, I said to my Dad: But the dog isn’t with us!
In 1975, we moved from Australia to Malaysia for 2 and a half years and event though we didn’t take the dog . . . she still got blamed for many things.