collection of D & D McCullough

in memorium, my favourite story of Whinnie is from when she was only a few months old. I was visiting and had my mother with me, we were all seated in the living room while Deb was making tea. My mum was sitting in the wingback chair chatting and with legs crossed at the knee she was swinging her leg up and down gentley. Out of nowhere came this little orange fireball and attached itself to mum's calf, teeth and claws fully embedded. My mother looked down (it must have hurt like crazy) said "Oh" but kept on chatting and swinging her leg, LOL! Another is the Christmas Whinnie decided to lay full out on the floor just in the spot all of us had to go to enter the living room. She lay there swishing her tail and any time one of us (not her McCulloughs) walked past she took a swipe. Sam, Meghan and Kirk all came away wounded, I on the other hand gave her a wide berth! lol