Do you like reading books
about dogs? Mum does. She says she especially likes the dog story book I wrote.
Then she says she supposes that’s because she’s biased.
If she thinks that by using
long words she’ll fox me, she’s right. Except that I don’t stay foxed for long.
It’s never hard for me to work out what Mum means – because I understand her,
you see.
In her own way, she’s
telling me that she likes my dog story best because I’m special. That’s in the
sense of having a special place in Mum’s heart. She’s told me about holding me
there ever since I trotted over to her when she came to Axminster to choose a
puppy from my litter. It wasn’t a question, she says, of choosing me because I
chose her first. Then she adds that the feeling was mutual. I think that means she
would have chosen me, if I’d given her half a chance and not been so fast on my
paws.
I need to be fast on them when I'm up above Three Cliffs Bay, watching and waiting for a seagull to fly by. As soon as one comes on my horizon, I'm on to him - racing through the sand-dunes and down to the beach. One of these days I won't be racing. I'll be flying!
Anyway, we both think books
about dogs are great! See if you agree that mine's best when you've read my story ...
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