September 30th – These guys crease me up. Often on my way home, I cycle down Four Crosses Road in Shelfield. A garden there backs onto the footpath, and these three tiny little dogs have the run of the yard.
When I go past, they always go bananas. Ferociously yapping, growling and snapping, they appear to loathe my very soul.
I’m convinced that if they could get out, they’d have a really good go at savaging me. But not one of them is larger than your average cat.
I think they imagine they’re actually wolves…
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