Return of the Black Dog.

THE PET

The pet had long legs. What's wrong with that I hear you ask? Well, the short answer is nothing. She is the pet, the family pet and does it really matter? She was bought with the great expectation of being the perfect size and the perfect personality - in fact the perfect pet.

The pet moved house. The pet moved to a family who could not care less how long her legs were. She was the new pet and that was all that mattered. She loved them and they loved her. The man was tall and had smiley face and a round stomach. Sometimes he shouted at the pet, sometime he talked to the pet, sometimes he took the pet in his arms and she knew that he did really like her after all.

The boy was tall too. She had watched him grow from a silly young boy to a sensible young man. The boy showered the pet with attention. They played games, he gave her treats and they had fun.

The woman was not very tall and more than a little bit round. She looked after the pet. She fed and walked the pet. Sometimes she was sad and the pet was sad too. Sometimes she was happy and the pet was happy too. Sometimes she was tired and the pet liked nothing more than to join an afternoon nap.



She was their pet and they were her family.