"Can Dog sleep in the tent with us tonight, Dad?" I ask grabbing Dog around the belly so that he can't run
"Pff, after a frenzied squirrel! We can't have that Sarah." Dad says "The tent is for humans Dog wants to sleep outside where the air is fresh."
"If any dog deserves to sleep inside it's him!" I say.
"Plus it's raining, Dog loves the rain!" says Dad "Gloopy brain, gloopy brain!" he sings Dad is always singing to himself He's that sort of dad.
"No, Dog hates the rain!" I say defiantly as Dog breaks free and trots off cheerfully through the Hammering drops into the under brush
"He's having the time of his life!" says Dad "Now get inside before you're soaked, I'll lead Dog over to the others!" My furs are soggy and my tangled hair is full of drips, I leave Dad to chase after Dog and I clamber into the tent.
Done?
