Duffey now has now learnt a novel way of barking up. Whenever I go out for my morning walks, he puts his head out of the gate in the verandah, and yells in a childish bark, yells and yells, and no amount of bones or vanity sticks can do the trick of pacifying him.
So then I return and give him Cerelac in a bowl mixed with bread, which he so relishes unmindful of what's happening around. This little time I take to sneak out.
With Duffey around, learning tricks has become a necessity indeed...!
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