Scouser in Kent: The dog's blog

Happy Mother's Day to all concerned.
Some people have roses named after them. Others have streets and avenues. Or even whole villages. My human also has a namesake. And it's an appropriate story to recall on Mother's Day.
Some years ago, while she was chatting to a brewery manager admiring his Jack Russell puppy the man told her that one of his dray horses had just foaled and if she was fond of small animals would she like to see the new arrival. Love to, she bubbled. Wobbly legs and downy fur added up to what my human considers 'absolutely gorgeous'.
She went all gooey and asked what the little animal was called. 'We haven't named her yet,' said the man. Then he had an idea. How about naming the newborn after her.. my human? No prizes for guessing the answer. She would, she told him be ‘enormously flattered and consider it a real honour'.
The foal should be fully grown now and possibly a mother herself, clomping along the highways and byways of Greater Manchester delivering barrell after barrel of beer to the brewery's many pubs in the region.
And my human? Enormously flattered to have a dray-horse named after her? Well... She always did walk like a cart-horse.
Oh no... forget I said that. She'll murder me if she reads this. Press the delete button. Quick... quick... gotta find it... help, someone.... where is it...?