I believe I qualify to join the huntin’ – fishin’ set. That should make the Manservant back in Notting Hill happy, mixing with the crowd that he does. If I sneak up quietly, I get close to those fat, dullard sea gulls on the beach. Today, I was only 10 metres away before they escaped skywards. Then I tried my paw at fishing for crabs. But those cowards just tunnelled their way away from my lethal nose. I need to design a dog snorkel.
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