There is a tennis court in the park, and yesterday Rory went in, but could not find his way out again. There he was, running back and forth on his little legs, ears up, worried about being left behind. The humans in our walking pack found it amusing. "Go and get Rory" they said to us dogs.
So I walked up to the court and stopped outside the gate. Rory came running and found the way out. I got all the praise. "She is so intelligent" said Rory's mom, and gave me a biscuit. Did I do this good deed deliberately? Am I actually a wonder dog? Who knows.
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