I’m in a rush.’ Adam snapped his fingers at the small, white, curly creature that had been following him since he left the Rose and Crown, despite his constant attempts to shake it off. But the dog merely seemed to smile, as if enjoying a good joke. ‘Scat, I said! Go back where you belong.’ The owner would be distraught, no doubt, but he just didn’t have the time to go wandering round the area with a bundle of damp fur in his arms, shouting ‘Have you lost a dog?’ to everyone in sight. Besides, it was freezing cold: April on the calendar, but not in terms of temperature. ‘Listen, pooch,’ he said, squatting down at pavement level to try to impress upon the animal that he wanted to be left in peace, ‘you’ve chosen the wrong chap. I’m not the sort who’s into throwing balls or sticks, or going walkies in the park.’ Useless. The creature continued trotting at his heels, meticulously keeping pace with him; slowing when he slowed, and breaking into a bouncy sort of lollop if he strode ahead in an attempt to give it the slip.
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