These are real dog stories. I know, because they're mine ... and I'm a Beardie.
When Mum and I cross the road from our front gate we're instantly on the moors leading to Three Cliffs Bay. That's so GREAT! It means that I can run free straightaway. Once I'm running, the wind coming from the sea lifts my fur and almost lifts me.
Maybe, when there's a stronger wind it will lift me right up so that I can fly with the gulls. They fly so effortlessly, as high as they like, yet I can't seem even to get started . Why?
Sometimes I feel the gulls are laughing at me. They swoop down and, just as I'm about to catch one and have a chat about how to grow wings, they lift off again, beyond my reach. But I won't be beaten! I'll keep trying to fly till I succeed ...
P.S. In my picture I'm taking a breather as the seagulls I've chased to the beach soar skywards without me!
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