The Resurrection, of Mister Squeaky.

Of course when I grew up I knew that the Blue Peter dogs were dying and being replaced by dopplegangers. I also knew the same was true of Lassie. When I was young though, that would not have been a thought that would even have crossed my mind. What also didn't cross my mind then, but has plagued me ever since, is the thought that all my friends then, and later, mainly because they all lived next door to one another and I stayed a little way away, shared secrets that I wasn't allowed to know. It's like that feeling that there's a party going on somewhere and everyone you know is invited, but nobody told you a thing about it.