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1. ANIMALS AND PETS
I can’t remember much about my very young life,
but my own story really started at around about
14 weeks, when this very nice couple came to
where I was living, looking for a puppy. All I
remember is sitting in the corner of the kennel,
while four young lady puppies rushed over to say
“Hello”. They were very pretty blue merle collie
pups and I was just a plain old “black and white”
Border collie. I was thinking to myself “No-one will
ever want me” and was resigned to a lonely life in
my corner. However, to my amazement, I was the
puppy they picked up to hold.
“Right”, I thought… “I’m going to make the most
of this and hope that they take me home with
them”, so I snuggled in as tightly as I could and
gave them a big wet kiss. That turned out to be a
winning move on my part, because that’s when
my own story started for real and they took me
home with them.
I was determined it would be a decision they
would never regret and decided from that day on
to be the best friend anyone could have asked for.
When we arrived at the house, where my new

2. “Mom and Dad” lived. I felt a bit lost sitting on the
kitchen floor all by myself, with no other puppies
around to play with. But as the months went by I
became more accustomed to the surroundings and
started to enjoy my little life.
“This is the place for me” I thought “There’s plenty
of open space to run around in, shadows to chase
and even things with feathers on that fly away
when you get near”.
I did have a few hiccups though, when it became
time to learn how to walk on one of those lead
thingies… I wasn’t too keen at first! In fact I tried
very hard not to give in, but as you can guess, I
did!
As time passed, I had done everything from
digging holes in the flowerbeds, helping with the
“unplanting” of flowers and just managing to avoid
falling into the fishpond, I reckoned my new life
was going to be great.
When I was about…mmm!, let me think about
this…ohhh! I guess I must have been about 12
months old, everything in the house was being

3. packed away in boxes. “What’s goin’ on here?” I
thought to myself “Which box is mine?”. It turned
out my own story was about to continue from a
new home near the coast…
What a great place that was. So many places to
have a good old romp amongst the heather, plus
there was this place called “the beach”. Wasn’t too
sure about it at first, as I got my feet wet, which
was something that I didn’t like at all (at first). But
after going a few times, I began to realise that it
wasn’t such a bad place. I could run and run and
not really get anywhere, but that didn’t matter.
Then one day much to everyone’s surprise, I
decided to be brave and charged off into the
water… Yippee!, I’ve got more than my feet wet
now. “Hey, this is fun” I thought “I can actually
swim”. I looked forward to being taken to the
beach more and more as time passed.
However, after a couple of years everything was
being packed in boxes again. Here we again, I
thought, where are we off too this time? Didn’t
have long to wait. We moved to another house,
but still near the sea.

4. I am nearly 6 years old now, (I think!) and I am
sure I have been a constant source of amusement
to “Mom and Dad” I reckon they have got a file
full of photos and lots of fond memories… so far
that is!
Life has been very good for me, so a great big
wet-nosed thank-you to my “Mom and Dad” for
picking me and taking me home with them that
day. All I want to do now is to grow old with them,
update my own story, from time to time and enjoy
our lives together for many years to come…
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