1989 was depression time maybe left over from 1929 pre War days when the country would have panic attack’s too? With both old folks in a rest home, It was work, ‘Pub’, (Only ever a two pint man) and constant time at old folks home visits? But a certain pub visit, And I was offered a Dog by a friend? ”What Dog” I say? ”Only small dog” is the reply! A Doberman? ”That’s not a small Dog” says I? Its very young he says! A puppy! I agreed puppies were usually smaller! You could have a honest intelligent chat in the ‘Pub’? But with roof timbers to take up the coast in the morning I pondered the situation at midnight on putting the ‘Small Doberman’ out in the back garden for a wee? And so the beginning of 12 years of relaxation from the odd Panic attack of a racing heart and all thought of the 1929 Depression/ and world recession! I had a Dog! That become a huge Puppy! Lost Parents, Found a Dog! Would never go out the door if raining! Would dig the garden when chasing round stones! Brought in an injured bird in her lips! For my lap! In a mouth that could take your head off? Man’s answer to depression! Have you a Dog? ‘These Times’!