Shaily wrote a story just for me, about Ollie and me.
How wonderful is that?
I take him for a walk first thing in the morning. He needs one.
He may complain about the early hours, the rainy weather and the muddy footprints on the floor but he loves them too. I’ve seen how he inhales the freshness in the air, not yet tainted by the traffic of the rush hour. I know he loves the dragonflies at the river, so I pull him there too. I splash around while he grumbles, until the old man gets his toes wet and relaxes visibly.
He sometimes protests that he is getting too old for this, but well, so am I. It is not easy to chase a deer anymore, but I do that anyway. How else will he get his exercise?
He may give me only one sausage a day and be a scrooge-ish when it comes to my biscuits. But I love him anyway, so…
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