Then this morning when I was sleeping the sky opened up, and the water started pouring down. It woke us all up. But there was something else. Sprock said so enough, a feeling in the air, as the wind started blowing. So we decided to head out away from town, find a nice quiet place, a barn maybe. As Max had said once that a fox had told him about them birds that taste quite good. But they keep them in wire boxes. Nice once you get all the feathers off.
All really I was thinking I could do with a bath, as me golden coat isn’t what it used to be. All matted and knots now.
That’s how it goes when you have only dogs as your best friends.
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