It may not surprise you to know that my love of books and television started in childhood. And although I don’t tend to watch many now, I was also a lover of movies. We weren’t avid movie-goers but – until the local cinema closed in my final year of high school – I went as often as possible. Back then it seemed there was something comforting about the fantasy world and unlimited potential movies offered via their outlandish plots…
So, although I remember absolutely nothing about the movie, when we got a boxer dog it seemed apt to name him after a movie I’d seen sometime before… Digby the biggest dog in the world.
According to IMDb, the movie – released in 1973 – featured a complex plot and lofty themes #not:
Digby consumes a bowl of Project X, a liquid growth formula. Soon, he becomes a sheepdog of gigantic size!
And it achieved a rating of 5.2. Out of 10. So it didn’t exactly set the world on fire.
But Digby wasn’t my family’s first dog, as it happens.
My parents had a boxer dog they had to give away when my brother was a baby. King was too big and rough for a toddler it seems. And just before Digby, there was Dino. (And yes I again had the pleasure of naming him… you may sense a bit of a theme re the starting initial!)
Sadly Dino (who was briefly called Dominic before I changed my mind!) had some sort of inherited illness. We returned home from a trip and he remained at the kennels where I was told he was recovering.
Of course it wasn’t the case and he died, or perhaps was euthanised. And I still recall (eventually) learning the truth of his passing amidst the Wonderful World of Disney and Young Talent Time one Sunday night and sobbing to my neighbour and childhood bestie.
So along came Digby. He was an excitable dog but placid at the same time. Equally manic and apathetic. And like all boxers he slobbered A LOT.
He died in 1985 in my first year of Uni. My parents wouldn’t have thought about getting a replacement once he’d gone. And interestingly I’ve never had a pet of my own since then.
And, given my recent cat-sitting experience where I stressed non-stopped about their survival, had to vacuum copious amounts of fur and clean up a lot of vomit, I’m pretty happy to remain pet-free.
I’m linking up with the lovely Denyse Whelan for ‘Life this week’, and obviously we’re talking pets.
Did you have childhood pets? Are you still a cat / dog / pig / bird kinda person?