Living On the Edge

I had a glorious time on my eleven o'clock! It was a normal winter off lead walkie to begin with, but after a bit of very good running, I found something smelly to roll around in. It was - a dead snake! Mum was NOT happy.... She said it was the final straw and that I had earned myself a bath. And then I ate an acorn and that was it. Lead.

There have been multiple reports from the village by the canal, fifteen kilometres or so from here, of a wolf. It is walking around in people's gardens, apparently heading south. Which is this way. Mum says I will not be allowed off lead for a few days. Just in case. It would be exciting though, meeting a wolf? Right?

My friend Dolly says I am living on the edge. Maybe I am...