I talk to my happy dog running all-over the garden. I stroke his soft, wet, fur.
I tell him all my worries and concerns. I ask him when he will come back.
I show him my favourite spot.
I show him the zipline that ends in disaster. I tell him what happens when you leave this earth.
I tell him about my interests in life, I tell him about all his nicknames.
I ask him why he can’t chase all the pheasants away or try to get some dinner.
I talk to my dog, I’m being for really its not a big deal.
I talk to my dog, Its just how I feel.
By Evie
