Thursday, 25 September 2008

Getting lost

Last week, I had a first - I got separated from Daddy. No, I was not lost, but after chasing a rabbit, I could not find Daddy again. He had run off somewhere else. So I did the obvious thing and found my way home again. Who needs a GPS? When Daddy decided to turn up, I was about to be taken to the vet as the vet's telephone number was on my tag. (So was my number, but never mind.)

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