I have always prided myself on being a dog of my word. Daddy was away earning dog biscuits in far away lands the whole of last month so when he returned to our kennel a few days ago and suggested that we should all take the big motorized dog carrier for some exercise, I pointed out that I promised Talisker he would get to play in white slippy stuff again before it disappeared.
When we went out one evening for our end of evening sniff with Daddy, we met a really big black dog that he said was called Mr Bear. I’ve never met someone from his family so wanted to introduce myself but Daddy was being very antisocial and insisted I not do so. Talisker thought he looked funny and is a bit of a joker so of course had to imitate him for Mummy in the morning.
I was a little suspicious of Daddy’s reaction to Mr Bear so while he and Mummy were out sliding down white slippy stuff (it was very cold so we stayed in the kennel by the hole in the wall with fire) I used the writing box to check out his family. I learnt that he has white relatives that live in a place made of white slippy stuff that is disappearing and they have nowhere else to go. Now I understand why Daddy didn’t want to make friends because Mr Bear obviously has a lack of sense of family. If his relatives are losing their home you would think he could invite them to stay with him in Tahoe where there is lots of white slippy stuff at the moment, plenty of food and even more when the white slippy stuff goes away.Bowmore
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