



We don't have a dog, or a cat for that matter. I've never been a dog loving person really but my time with the late Rocky and old Frank changed all that. And living in a village renowned for its dogs running all over the shop, its hard not to get to like them. One such dog - that never runs wild around the village I might add - is Ziggy. House-mate of Roy, Ziggy is a most affable, friendly and well behaved animal that has on occasion livened up my beach-themed strolls.
My tip for that all important holiday book to read. Get it from the local [mobile] Library-as I did ; Affluenza; the all consuming epidemic
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