So I hitched a lift . . .
I'M THE FIRST to admit that I'm not the most energetic of creatures. In fact I will freely confess that, as much as I like going for walkies, after a short while I just really want to be back home in my nice warm bed with a chew stick or a biscuit.
This can be a problem 'cos when my big brother or my big sister come out of nursery or school then I'm expected to be there to warmly greet them with licks and kisses.
That part isn't a problem for me. What is a problem is the steep hill between my home and the school (fortunately, the nursery which my big brother attends is in the same building as the school).
Going from home to the school is dead easy - it's downhill all the way - but coming back home is when my short little legs can't cope too well with the steep hill. Honestly, it can be quite tiring at times.
I used to go on strike and simply sit down and refuse to move and my mum had to carry me up the hill but after a while she, understandably, got fed up with this. So she had a bright idea. You see, my big brother also has a problem with short little legs and my mum used to take his buggy just in case he got tired and needed a lift.
But he never really used the buggy so, when I got tired, my mum just popped me in it instead of my brother and the problem was solved. My big brother even helps to push me up the hill in the buggy which he thinks is great fun.
What my mum thinks about it she hasn't really said but I suspect she thinks I'm a bit of a chancer who's taking advantage of her good nature!
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