Work


Dogs walked, we left the farm again and returned home. It was colder at home and the snow there had not turned to rain at all. In fact, it had snowed hard all night and day, so the sight that greeted me – the amount of work to be done – was a depressing thing indeed. I looked at Clive.

“I haven’t got the strength,” I said. “Anything you can do to help?”

“Well, let me see…”

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, grunted a couple of times, and about half an hour later this is what I saw.

Now, that’s what I call a treat.

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Follow along to learn more about the KerDoodles, and if you like, contact me to find out if you’ve got a KerDoodle of your own.

2 Comments on “Work

  1. What a nice gift they gave. Gifts don’t have to be huge to be perfect.

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