“Hi, I’m Buddy, on your left, not looking contemptuous, and this is my buddy, Coco, looking very contemptuous. We’re Huskies – which would explain why we’re so damn beautiful, kapish? I’m 7, she’s 6, so, you know, I’ll do the talking…
“What can I say, we landed on our feet here. Bernie‘s a great kid to have around, and she just gets us.
“What can I say, we landed on our feet here. “Especially considering neither of us had the best start – Coco was a Christmas present that was an unwanted gift four months later (that old cliché), and I spent the first six months of my life down in Kilkenny, suffering at the hands of a dick with a stick.
“So, to have this life now, in Greystones, is a major result, for both of us. And thanks to the mighty Bernie, not only do we get to run free, free as the wind blows, down at The Cove and beyond, but soon, all the dogs of Greystones will have their very own park to hang out together in. Nice. Should be here within a year or two, and it’s all down to the sterling work by Bernie and her mate in Vanity Fur, Maria. Sweet, sweet Maria – man, I’d let that one give me a blow-dry anytime. Still, a dog park in Greystones – what’s not to love?!
“So, yeah, myself and Coco will be sticking around this place. At least until Bernie runs out of dog treats.”
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