“The way I see it, I’m half-cocker spaniel and half-poodle – so, that makes me a cockadoodle-do, you dig? Has a certain ring to it.
“Actually, I’ve heard it more than once that I might be half-cocker spaniel and half-Mexican jumping bean, mainly because I got a whole lot of energy, my man. Then again, there’s so much to frickin’ do around these parts!
“Me and the boy are just back from the sea, where I ran rings around the poor sod for half-an-hour solid. Without missing a beat, or taking a breath. Just sucked it up, and then, 30 minutes later, let that air back out. And that’s because I’m a machine, man. A frickin’ MA-CHINE!
“I was lucky enough to hook up with the Hopkins clan shortly after I was born, the offspring of a hunting dog mother high up in the Wicklow Hills. Which may explain why, at just four months, one of my favourite blasts of fun is heading up to the Octogan wood here with the boy wonder on his bike. Man, he can hardly keep up with me! It’s hilarious to watch…
“I guess, given that I’m hardly likely to reach anything even resembling a threatening size, I’m instinctively learning how to be good on my feet. Like that Bruce Lee fella.
“So, if you see me coming, watch out. I’ll hit you hard, and I’ll hit you fast, and before you can say ‘What the FRICK!?’, I’ll be gone. And I’ll have your ball too.”
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