Happy, happy, happy, I love lazing in front of the fire on a Winter’s day. I sigh, I love my life. Nothing is going to make me move from here, wait, hang on a minute, what’s happening? Not happy now, I am being dragged from my favourite fluffy blanket.
‘Time for your walk, my angel.’
Nooo, my blanket, warm, happy... I try to explain, but the next thing I know, I am being led into the cold, windy outside.
I walk familiar ground towards the park down the road from my house, happy again, may as well get to work, protect Mum from the world – Gurrh, go away! – I bark my fiercest bark, as a furry creature runs in front of me and up the nearest tree.
‘You…
