Fudge

See Fudge run. See Fudge carry the ball. See Fudge lose interest in the stupid ball.

Got up, enjoyed the beautiful electricity. Used it to make tea. Played tennis (amazingly badly). Went to Ikea. Gave up because it looked absolutely packed. Took Fudge for a long walk (his owners were out for the afternoon).

Fudge was very good. We went out for an hour along the dead canal and across the fields. He did dump once, in the middle of a ploughed field. I felt excused from having to package it up in a little bag.