MIRANDA’S ANIMAL MEMORIES:
The scariest? Approaching a lovely sheepdog to stroke it when I was very young and only the same height as it. But as I looked it in the eyes it didn’t feel the love I felt for it and decided to bite me on the nose. The worst thing is, and I still feel guilty about this, the farmer had to put it down. So sad. I love sheep dogs. Gorgeous dogs. The most embarrassing? Having to take a highland terrier I was looking after to the vet because it snaffled some, ummm, well grass, but not the variety you have in your garden, if you understand me. It was a student party – don’t judge me! And I didn’t realise he had eaten it until he was lolloping about in a drunken fashion. The vet got hysterics and said he would be fine but I might want to take him home via a service station for some munchies and that he might get a bit huggy. Mortifying. The saddest? When I lost my poor budgie Ernie. Yes, the animal goof gene stretched to me owning a budgie, which is usually a pet for the over-70s I think. The worst thing was he died because I would give Ernie some flying-around-thesitting-room time and one day I didn’t shut the door properly and my cat came in. Cue household chaos. My parents chasing me, who was chasing the cat, who was chasing Ernie. Sadly we lost and Ernie went to budgie heaven. The happiest? Getting Peggy.