Two weeks ago we made a sad decision. Griff must go. We acquired our shaggy-haired collie cross eight years ago. We had him before we had any of our children. We debated many times whether we ought to get rid of him. But now we knew the time had come. So the condemned dog ate his last meal – the best part of a chicken. He followed me out to the car and jumped in enthusiastically – a ride in the car usually means a walk …
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