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My Walk
Hello, again.
My favourite part of living here is going for a walk. The beach is the best! I like to go there all the time. Even in the winter. THEY don’t. THEY say it’s too murky. I have tried everything to drag THEM over the grass and down the slope. THEY will clip that thing on me. Oh, I HATE that. And so do all my mates. |
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We can manage perfectly well on our own. It’s worse than that for me, you know. SHE takes my lead since HE was ill. SHE keeps it TOO SHORT. It’s enough to strangle a dog! SHE says I pull and she’s afraid I’m going to run under a car one of these days. The very thing! Just chasing interesting smells, that’s all.
I have to tell you I was sad for a long time. He couldn’t even come. That upset me a lot. I like them to stay together. I’m glad he does now, even though my walks have shrunk. THEY think I haven’t noticed. Well, I have!
I ask you, what’s a dog to do in that case!
One good thing about our house is THEY can’t see me when I lurk by the Tamarix bush. SHE’s always digging up the soil so it’s nice and soft. I’m really good at digging. I don’t need much of a hole to get out.
I thought I’d mooch up the road, sniffing all the way of course. Then I’d mosey up Seaview Terrace, have a sniff around the barrier gates. Still shut! Nothing for it, I’ll have to turn along Eastern Esplanade. I might call on Nimbus and Lizzy, in passing, if they are out the front. (They are my very best friends.)
I’d better make it quick or THEY will be bound to notice I’m missing.
Just up the steps and down the other side and I’m there! On the beach! Bliss!
Bye
Harry |
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