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Sweet dreams?

Night, night dear sleepy boy.



Thoughts of dog (perhaps): "Life is just so confusing at the moment - if its not a new builder to bark at, its a wall knocked down or a door where there wasn't one before - the route to the food bowl keeps changing! Today there was a pile of bricks and a bucket of sand in the way!

And yesterday, something funny was happening with balls in my garden - I just had to complain at all the noise. And there was water squirting everywhere. And then they cooked meat - cooked it! What a waste; give it to me raw any day.

Today, there was a lifting truck and two men up a ladder. One of them keeps dog biscuits in his pocket.

No wonder I'm tired."


Or is he just twitching at the paw, thinking of rabbits, and rabbit droppings, and gooseberries (still some left) and the nice man with biscuits in his pocket?


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