Bill, Bingo and Bram 6
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Bingo was in no mood to be talked down, won over with tid bits, clucked at,
"Whassamarrer then yer silly lad? Eh, whassup with him then?"
Dad called over the rose
"I should leave well enough alone here, Bill!"
Bill peeked between the gaps in the trellis:
"Oh, it's only old Bingo! What the dickens are you doing here, you daft bugger?"
"He'll have you, Bill, he's gone for me - you want to see what he did to the mop as I was keeping him back with!"
Bingo was anxiously glancing from one to the other, from Dad to Bill and back again. He had his mouth open, and his tongue hanging as he panted, his longer teeth visible.
The dog was waiting for one of the men to make a move.
"Barrie, let me tell yer, I'm not much good with babies, I'm hopeless with cars, but dogs ... well, I've got a way with dogs," said Bill, and he pinched out the cigarette nub, and placed it behind his ear.
Bill moved to open our back yard gate, and my Dad was alarmed,
"Bill, leave it, I mean it! He'll bloody have you!"
By now, Bingo had lost all sense of his original mission, and was hell bent on a
My Father later described Bingo's movement as reminding him of a
My Father moved gently to get behind the dog, and in particular, the dog's hind quarters - he meant to get a good kick at Bingo's backside. Bill saw this, and gestured for my Father to stop. Bill walked slowly backward away from the gate, and into the backs, and Bingo tracked him, now toe to toe with an enemy on whom he was going to unleash his
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