Megan flashback
I haven’t done a Friday Flashback for a while so let’s dip into the archives with an Aunty Megan Flashback. This made me smile from 2012 when Alfie had a very important job to do. Quite honestly, from all I’ve heard this should have given Mum enough of a warning of things to come.
Mating Megan flashback
It was my job to predict the right point to mate the girls and I’ve failed. Oh, I got it right with Shadow. I was absolutely right. With Megan I told my Mistress ‘Every season she is ready on days 12 to 14.’ ‘Are you sure, Alfie?’ ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I’m absolutely certain.’ Oh, how I’ve let them down. I’m sorry. How was I to know that this time, when it really mattered, Megan wasn’t going to be ready until later? My Mistress has had to take the difficult decision to extend her stay so that they can go back to the stud dog later in the week. Even that process didn’t go smoothly.
Alfie was writing about privacy in 2018. Having been on the internet since I was a puppy, it’s something I had not really thought about.
My Privacy
Oh it’s all right my Mistress working away on privacy policies for one thing and another, but what about my privacy? What thought is she giving to that, that’s what I want to know. You may think I’m over reacting but she plasters photographs of me across the internet without any reference to my views on the subject. Does she worry about how my personal data is stored or whether she is keeping it secure? No, I don’t think she does. It’s not just me I’m concerned about, it’s the others as well. I think I may request under the new regulations that our Mistress produces a copy of all the personal data of mine she has, along with details of what she plans to do with it. We should have the right to have it all removed.
Right to be forgotten
Now don’t get me wrong, although I want the right to be forgotten, I don’t actually want it to happen. I can’t think of anything worse than you all forgetting who I am. Having lived most of my life in the lime light, I suppose I’ve grown kind of used to it. I don’t think I really know how to live any other way. It hasn’t changed me… well, not much.
Well that’s all for today. I’m off to go wild for the day
Love
Wilma
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