Hi...Henry here..I have been up the shed with my dad, who is painting some weird picture on his easil. I quite like the smell of the wood and the sounds of his old radio. I would like to say we bond in that wooden kennel but he hardly notices me on the floor..on the flatest dog bed in the house. I suppose it gives me quality time with my dad..something every dog needs. Joan doesnt really like it up the shed...she just parades herself up and down the garden restlessley..only coming in when a chink of space opens up on the bed.
I wish dad would paint me..aren't I beautiful enough? I never know whether or not to follow dad back to the house for his wee breaks or sit it out patiently in the shed for his return..would he think I wanted to have the shed all to myself if I stayed? I always follow him about, like a shadow. I think he likes that, makes him feel wanted. I love my dad..and my dad loves me.x
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