Peter's Dog Story.
Thursday, 8th November 2001
I remember. Driving to Gold Coast up the New England Highway. Mum had a little black and brown dog name "tiny". We stopped to buy petrol and let tiny go to toilet. He starts to cry and yelp (bark-cry). What is wrong?
Mother ran to her dog.
A cranky (angry) wild cat had our dog. We saved him.
Tiny was shivering. I cuddled him in the old towel and tiny went to sleep.
Poor dog. He was fright ened.
I was 8 year old.
Thanks be to God.
This is part of my story.
Bye for now