I found the scraps of paper rolled up under the bedding in young Holly P’s crate. In the centre of the package was one very chewed up and soggy HB pencil, maker’s name unknown.
I was about to throw the little stash in the bin when some very scrawley writing caught my eye. It was obviously the work of young Holly while she was supposed to be having her afternoon naps, so I read carefully through it.
I was so entranced by what I read that I have reproduced it here, albeit correcting
I am writing this here to save boring the pants off everyone here most of whom have more cheerful things to think about. BTW, someone who shall remain anonymouse persuaded me that this should appear !
It's a little over a year since I volunteered to be part of the trials of a new drug designed to increase bone density in Osteopirosis. The major perk of the programme is a series of in depth health checks. I am now more than thankful that the Research Company told me from the outset
and I need a rant....................
Local people here often ask me where to get a Cavalier and some complain that they're an unhealthy breed who die young. I tell them that I am proud to be a member of the Midland Club, whose standards of ethics and conduct I wholeheartedly observe. I always warn them about buying pups from parents without health certificates and ask whether they want to pay for a dog with a fair chance of a happy and healthy life who is a good representative