The last post about Scamp reminded me of the last time I really saw him active -- it might even have been the last time he was active at all. It was a really, really hot day. I was staying with Nan, without my parents or sister. That was probably the last summer I stayed on my own with Nan, too. Anyway, that afternoon we'd gone out shopping. When we got back, Scamp shot out of his bed towards us and started running up and down the living room. He was so pleased to see us! You'd think we'd left him alone for years.
It was like he was a puppy again. I threw a ball for him so many times my arm got tired.
(He was exhausted after that, of course, and lay panting for breath for a good hour afterwards!)
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