Sunday, 19 February 2012

As in the words of Mr Orwell. Four legs good . . .three legs better.



Runty dog stakes his claim at 'tea-time' with his own brand of hideous growling.
The pack psychology is always fascinating at this time of the day. These two protect each other from ferocious poodle attack, snuggle toether on the sofa, sometimes in a cheeky threesome with the cat, but . . .tea time forget it. Everydog for themselves.Una is such a street dog however. Long after everyone has sloped off to bed, given the choice she would still be out there, a lonely sillouette, hunting for the last nano-grain of rice or atom of minced up God-knows-what, dreaming of the next tea-time.

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