SAM'S DOG STORY - FREE eBOOK

 SAM'S DOG STORY will be FREE again on Christmas Day!

Mum and I had been wondering how to give our lovely readers a little Christmas gift, when suddenly the idea hit me of giving all of you who missed it previously another opportunity of reading my story - quite FREE!

We think you'll be happy to have my adventures by the sea on your Kindle because I'm a dog who loves life, loves his Mum ... and loves all the people and creatures I meet between our house and the beach.

Here's a picture of our home on the Gower peninsula:

When we moved here I was just a puppy and had no idea how much fun lay ahead of me as I tried to fly like the seagulls and run with the wild ponies who have become my friends.

I've made human friends as well. So has Mum ... but maybe I shouldn't mention her friend Morgan here. (You'll need to read my book to know their story!)

Yes - you've guessed ... my story isn't just about me! I tell you too what Mum has been up to. Ooops!

Anyway, we both wish you  

A VERY HAPPY CHRISTMAS AND A BRIGHT NEW YEAR

Oh - just click SAM'S DOG STORY on Christmas Day for your free copy!

 

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BOOKS ABOUT DOGS

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 ...

AMAZING DOG STORIES - A Cartoon For You

I'm feeling a bit insulted! Mum took one look at me having fun on the beach and said my antics made her think of some amazing dog stories she'd just seen. But she wasn't talking about my dog stories. Oh no, she was referring to some cartoons that she said made her smile because they reminded her of me!

Well, the chap in the pictures isn't half as handsome as I am! He's half my size and not nearly as hairy. All the same, I suppose he and I are a bit alike in the way we behave. So maybe Mum isn't being insulting. Take a look at The Mud Song on my Facebook page and see what you think ...

DOG STORIES

Do you like dog stories as much as Mum and I do? I especially like my own story, although Mum says I shouldn't say so as that's boastful. Just look at me in this picture, though. Do I look as if I could boast? No, I don't! I'm much too busy being me and living my stories before telling them to you.

Sometimes, if there are no birds to chase, I like chasing my shadow. Trouble is, I can never quite catch it - and often it just disappears. Then I roll in the sand, waiting for it to come back.The other day, when I was rolling, my friend Bethan, who's a pony, came over and asked if she could join in the fun. So she did, but Mum wasn't quick enough to get a picture of us with our paws and hooves pointing up instead of down! I haven't told her so, but I think Mum needs to speed up ...

Recently, when we were walking through sand dunes to the beach, a seagull called me and I raced after him so fast that Mum said afterwards all my paws were in the air at once. So I was sort of flying, wasn't I? But then, suddenly, I wasn't in the air ...  somehow I was in the sea!

Sam's dog stories