After my seriously unpleasant meeting with a little fence that bit me last week, obviously controlled by the woolly monsters behind it. Dad took me back there today. I was fine until I saw the woolly monsters ahead, and Dad put me on my lead. I was seriously worried! Going past the field I slunk along on a loose lead at Dad's side hiding behind his legs with my ears down and a hang-dog expression until the woolly monsters were out of sight.
Dad was amazed at how I was perfectly normal either side of the monsters' field, but glued to him when along side it. What does he think I am? Stupid? I will never forget the feeling of having a red-hot poker shoved up me and I intend to make sure it never happens again by keeping away from woolly monsters with nasty fences!
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