'His name was Buster Fleabags. He was my dog, and I was his human'. Of all the animals who have played such an important part of Rolf Harris' life, he loved Buster Fleabags most. The happiest times of Rolf's boyhood in Western Australia were spent with this bouncy little mongrel with the stuck-up ears and the curly tail. Buster swam for hours with Rolf in the river, rode in the basket on the front of his bicycle, and joined in his games. Boy and dog were so devoted to each other that when Buster caught the dreaded disease distemper, Rolf slept in the kennel with him as he slowly nursed him back to health. Buster Fleabags was as much of a character - and a bundle of energy - as his owner, and this is the story of a very special dog.'His name was Buster Fleabags. He was my dog, and I was his human'. Of all the animals who have played such an important part of Rolf Harris' life, he loved Buster Fleabags most. The happiest times of Rolf's boyhood in Western Australia were spent with this bouncy little mongrel with the stuck-up ears and the curly tail. Buster swam for hours with Rolf in the river, rode in the basket on the front of his bicycle, and joined in his games. Boy and dog were so devoted to each other that when Buster caught the dreaded disease distemper, Rolf slept in the kennel with him as he slowly nursed him back to health. Buster Fleabags was as much of a character - and a bundle of energy - as his owner, and this is the story of a very special dog.
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