You couldn’t write this script. It would be too unbelievable even as a work of fiction.
And as I write, I’m still pinching myself.
Okay, let’s go back eighteen months. My old Jack Russell – the geriatric JR beloved of many, not just me – passed away, and despite the advice of well-meaning friends, I could not quite bring myself to get another dog straight away. I loved her to bits, and at that time, I couldn’t cope with a “replacement”.
A few
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The class outing
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