More about Mum

Another short one, since I'm still having chronic computer problems -- I think I might restart before the next post. This was going to be a Herbie story, but my notes for it were in Notetab, which promptly crashed as I switched to it.

So it's about Herbie, but it's only a small thing.

My mum doesn't like dogs. She really doesn't. She didn't like Scamp much, even when he was old and slow, and she doesn't like my aunt's dog Poppy even though it's small and bouncy and fairly cute. Possibly because it's small and bouncy.

But she liked Herbie. That's, I think, though I never knew him, the sort of dog he was.