tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18237969039632841402011-11-27T23:49:35.443ZSharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08401521581711898453noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1823796903963284140.post-33026646837260583992009-09-01T00:00:00.002+01:002009-09-01T00:00:03.867+01:00

Another story to tell you is about the day some of us went out and I encountered the biggest birds I have ever seen, and believe me, I never want to see them again.   It all began one Sunday...Every Sunday I went with mum to visit her mum, some 45 miles away.   She lived in a place with other quite old and poorly people. My mum’s mum loves to see me and says she looks forward to us visiting all

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A week or so after the beach it was quite a cloudy day and I was sitting by the tree stump when Ty walked out into the garden.   I asked him if he wanted to play but he said he was busy, so I asked him what he was doing and he said that he had to go and bury the frisbee and then do some doggy business.I trotted off into the house and sat and gnawed on my marrow bone next to the fire in my mum’s

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Apart from myself and Ty there are 3 very strange creatures that live in the garden.   I suppose they are birds but these do not fly, they sleep in a little hut at night and then laze around the garden all day, pecking for food. I stand outside their hut each morning while mum lets them out and throws food down for them.   I cannot help myself, even though she tells me not to, I just have to

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The next few weeks saw me being treated like a princess, with saucers of milk, my own big bed and I was carried around in bags and pockets.   My mum took me everywhere with her and if I was tired she simply put me in her pocket.  It was great.   Also Ty showed me everything I needed to know and taught me how to behave properly and stay out of trouble. My mum told everyone I was such a good dog

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It was good fun that first day, except for one small incident.  It was just before T time and I was cuddled up on my mum’s knee.   She had been stroking me and saying sweet things.   All of a sudden I heard her say, “Oh no little one, it’s the vet’s for you, straight away before they close.”The vets? What was that?.   I did not like the sound of it at all.   I went to look for Ty but he was sound

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We did not travel far before the car stopped.   The lady picked me up and I just fitted into the palm of her hand.   She told me she was my new mummy and that she would look after me and we would be best friends.   She said I would now be meeting the rest of the people who lived in the house and must not be frightened.   Frightened?   I was terrified. So far in my short life, only the kind lady

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A true story by a canine resident of SkefflingDo you remember that very famous person, who was born on the 25th December, in a stable?   Well, that wasn’t me, but, I was born in a stable.   The date was 13th June 2006, and as well as giving birth to me, my mum also gave birth to 4 boy puppies and another girl.   In all there were 6 of us in the litter.I don’t remember much of the first 2 or 3

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