Kilo a Dogs Tale

Riding home from work at the Battle Hill Colliery in Wallsend a young lad hears what he thinks is a woman in distress- He parks his bike and runs down an an embankment where he discovers it is not a woman but a sack that has been thrown into a sewer. upon opening the bag he discovers that it is in fact a little staffordshire bull terrier pup. He places the pup into his bait bag and takes it home to his mother where they live in a miner's cottage in Cullercoats. If you love animals you will love this story.


3. kilo Chapter 3

As Jack was going down the bank that led to the Albion Public house when he heard what he thought was a scream, slowing down he listened again and thought to him self that it must have been a seagull. He was about to speed up again when he heard the sound again but it sounded more distinct this time more like a yelp he got off his bicycle and stood it next to a nearby fence. Looking down he could make out a steam and a grid. Again he heard the sound a walked towards it. This must be a sewer down here he thought as the place reeked. Jack fought the urge to gag. Then further down he saw a brown coloured sack that had been tied up as he walked towards it he thought that it might be rats fighting over something like a dead cat. Reaching out with a long stick that he’d picked up he worked the sack closer towards the bank before grabbing it and lifting it onto the grass. Jack stared at the bag for several minutes before he heard the screech again coming from inside. Cautiously he untied the bag then stood back slowly; the bag moved then out popped a little puppy. Part of its face was white whilst the rest of its body was chocolate brown, apart from the two font paws that were also white.
My, my, you are a lucky son of a gun aren’t you? The puppy’s tail began to wag as he picked it up for a closer look. You’re a little small to be a Staffordshire bull terrier.
Making space in his bait bag he placed the puppy inside then cycled home. The puppy was content to have its head sticking out of the bag as Jack peddled the rest of the way home.

“Jack where have you been said his mother? I thought you’d had an accident. No mother but look at what I’ve got. Jack brought in the bait bag and out popped the puppy. It ran around the stone floor of the cottage wagging its tail as it went.
Oh Jack, isn’t he beautiful?
He sure is why then would someone try to drown him in a sewer.
He’s very small mind Jack; he could be the runt of the litter.
What are we to do with the little fellow mother?
Well he seems settled here.
So can I keep him?
Why not, the place could use some new life around here.
Look I will give him some broth once it’s cooled down so go and wash up in the yard you stink to high heaven.
Jacks mother washed the grime from his back then left him to get in the steel bath. 
Once the pup heard Jack splashing about it ran out then leapt right in the tub with him.
Jack let out a big whooping laugh as the pup licked at Jack’s feet.
After dinner I’m going to take the pup to Nigel’s, he’s a vet; he lives up the road in St Oswin’s Avenue. It’s just precautionary in case the pup has picked up something.
Wolfing down his broth and three slices of home made bread. Jack put on a clean shirt slacks, jacket, tie, and clean boots before putting the pup inside the bag again before heading out. Nelly smiled as she saw her son walking down the road. It was the happiest she had been in a long while.


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