The Story Of My Amazing Dog Called Shandy

This is the story of my dog called Shandy. He was my favourite
pet and he was very lively, lots of fun and very obedient. His
main passion in life was to be taken for a long walk,
culminating with a big run out in his favourite park.

I would try to take him on this walk everyday, weather
permitting. The park itself was about three miles away from our
house. To reach the park we had to cross a number of busy roads,
however he would never pull or misbehave. He knew where we were
heading and seemingly did not want to rock the boat and risk
been taken home before he reached his dream destination.

At the park itself I would throw a ball and he would chase it
and fetch it back to me.

At this stage I was living at home with my parents, however aged
twenty two, I decided to rent my own bungalow near the coast in
Devon. This was nearly two hundred miles away from my parents in
home in Birmingham. This obviously meant I was no longer in the
position to take Shandy on his walk.

I spoke to my parents, who reassured me that they would continue
to take him on the walks.

Two weeks after I had left, I had a phone call from my mother.
She was panicking, stating that Shandy had managed to escape
from the back garden and that she could not find him. She
insisted that she had been looking for hours but that there had
been no sign of him.

I was quite worried and thought about where he may have gone to.
“Have you been taking him on his walks to the park everyday?” I
asked.

She replied: “Most days” I asked her to try at the park, telling
her that he loves that park etc. “He would not be there, its
miles away.” She said.

I again asked her to try there. Luckily he was there quite
happily sniffing around, unaware of the panic he had caused.