There I was, at my secret spot down by the river...
...when suddenly it wasn't a secret spot anymore.
He waited patiently for me to throw his stick, resisting all overtures of friendship.
What with the undergrowth to either side and the raging torrent ahead, there was only one way to throw it - back up the steep bank.
He raced after it, and kept going.
Then it was my secret spot again.
Bye dog, it was a pleasure to share your strange intensity for those brief moments.
1 comment:
Lovely. Glad you just had Dog and not Owner too. x
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