bunn (bunn) wrote,
bunn
bunn

Not at Tanagra

As I am coming home from the morning walk, next-door-but-one's collie cross is sitting at the top of their steps. He rolls a tennis ball down the steps towards me and the lurchers, and then crouches and peers hopefully at us over the step.

Next-door-but-one's dog :
Greetings! I present to you one of my most treasured possessions. Shall we be friends?

Sighthounds : THE ALIEN IS FIRING ON US! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!

The ball rolls past us and away down the hill.
Tags: dogs, lurchers
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