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Maggie and the Big Friendly Bear. (Friendly? I didn’t say that)
Part one. At long last, I have been granted permission to tell my tale. I should say that my paws do not allow me to type very quickly nor accurately, for that matter. Hence, the need to wait for the Boss’s assistance as I relate my story. Apparently, she is well practised at this job. She resigns herself to reliving my escapades from time to time, however traumatic she finds it. It seems she has had more important things to write about of late, but what could be more important than my latest escapade? Humour me! It all started a short time ago, just before my first birthday I believe.…
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Having the Right Tools
Sometimes, just walking up Twynhams Hill, feels more like climbing Everest. At others it’s a breeze and I don’t even notice it. It struck me today, as I almost sauntered up the incline with one of the dogs, that life is a series of hills that we have to climb. Sometimes they are steep, sometimes gentle and the same slope you climbed effortlessly yesterday can seem more difficult to get over today. Today, I took our four and a half year-old border terrier, Charlie, for a walk. When on the lead, Charlie has issues when he meets another dog coming towards him. He goes into panic mode and begins growling…
