This is the true story of a dog that had a fascinating tale to tell but due to the language barrier was unable to tell his tale.
As luck would have it, or perhaps as it was meant to be, this amazing dog came to live with me from a very young age. In fact he was a mere pup of ten weeks when we had the pleasure of meeting but it was only years later in another place and on a magical beach, that we actually had our first dog to human language conversation.
And it was only then did i find out the true story and amzing history of.....Prince Ballabus,...The Flying Dog.
As is customary when regaling tales of yore, one needs to start somewhere and so i shall begin at the beginning. But what defines a beginning?
A true beginning would be long before i ever met Bossie,as he is affectionately known most days. Another beginning would be the time that he and i made our accquaintance and yet another beginning would be the time when i discovered his true lineage and royal ancestory.
Yes , I think I shall start in the middle and flit around, as is my wont.
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So excited that you've started writing a childrens story - you have always amazed me with your poetry & creative talent. My daughter loved these first 2 and can't wait to hear the next one - me too.
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