When
my sisters and I were young, my parents requested that we each elect an animal
that we would like to have as the basis for any gifts we might be given. My
younger sisters must have been much more exotically minded than me—they chose
elephants and monkeys… I chose dogs. These collections began as stuffed toys
but as I grew older, I was given dog motif paperweights; calendars; and charms
for my most prized piece of jewellery, my charm bracelet.
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It
seems I really did grow up to collect dogs. I recently mentioned to a friend
that, aside from a few months when I lived in a share house & the resident
dog (and its owner) moved out, I had always lived with dogs. We now have three.
And I didn’t end up choosing a breed, our dogs are all RSPCA mutts.
Of
course, the other thing I collect and potentially have too many of, is books.
Unlike the family home where I grew up, we have three bookcases in the study;
two in the lounge room; and I have plans for some extensive shelving in the
bedroom and the spare room. I also wouldn’t mind some shelves in the kitchen
specifically for cookbooks but with every wall either containing a door, a
window or being curved, I’m not sure where I might put that one.
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