Puppy

Yesterday’s corner time: 3 Minutes.

I really would like a puppy.

Mum and Dad say they have enough on their plates looking after me and Becca. Anyone or thing more and they’ll be outnumbered.


Apparently, they’d rather end it all now than let that happen. I’m not quite sure what they mean.

Anyway, I keep nagging for a dog but so far, they are refusing to budge.

In the meantime, I’m making do with Becca, my sister. She has many natural qualities also inherent in our canine chums.

For example, she’ll fetch sticks, she urinates everywhere and if I’m not mistaken, she has fleas.

However, the scratching may have been due to the allergic reaction caused by the new collar that I'd given her. Dad’s friend, who happens to be a Vet, has advised that she leaves it off for a few days.

He also prescribed some flea treatment, just in case, and recommended charcoal biscuits for her breath. He was pleased with her coat and said she had a nice wet nose.

I’ve enrolled Becca at dog training classes next week and hopefully, this will instil some much needed discipline.

Matthew.

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