When Peter Gee-Gee
was born people said that he was the living end
in mongrels! His mother had been a Dachshund and
his father a Spaniel.
Peter had inherited the long body and short legs
of his mother and the ears and glossy coat of
his father. When people laughed or pointed at
him he just woofed, 'I'm a pure mongrel, I am'.
He often went for a stroll on the beach and it
was on such an occasion that he met Brewster Marks,
an enormous Afghan Hound. 'My pedigree goes back
to the year dot,' he immediately informed Peter
Gee-Gee.
'Mine is a dot!' Peter replied proudly.
'Never mind old chap,' laughed Brewster, 'it's
not worth bothering about - let's
wrestle.'
They had great fun and didn't notice that the
tide was coming in.
'We'll be trapped,' barked Brewster. 'I don't
want to drown.' Then he fainted.
'Oh now, really...' yelped Peter Gee-Gee and without
hesitation he dived underneath the floppy hound
and dog-paddled them both to the shore where lots
of people were cheering.
Needless to say, they became true best friends
for ever...
In 1999, when the Ladybird factory closed, the last books to come out of the bindery were 210 hand-made versions of Tootles the Taxi (series 413) - one for each member of staff as a leaving gift
