The rescue greyhounds bad caught a rabbit and were giving in nine bells – or so it seemed from a distance. On investigation, the smaller and older one (Rosie) had found the burnt remains of my jumper on the bonfire and she had the biggest child-like pleased with her self grin in her face as she had obviously smelled it as mine! George had taken over killing it, hence the very theatrical display I had seen.
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