The Last Furlong

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Flying Furlong dog


The Furlong dog has had his curfew lifted for a few weeks. But he’s trying to fly now, at three o’clock in the morning.

He’s not an agile chap, never leaps walls, never leaps. He’s a sort of nose-on-the-ground dog. He’s – sensible.

At three in the morning recently we heard his “help” bark. Help. Help.Help.

So we dressed for the cold and armed ourselves with torches. Hedgehog possibly? We took our hedgehog hunting kit too. But the Furlong dog was nowhere to be found! Nowhere.

Mr Furlong proceeded back to the kitchen – “Here he is!” At almost window height, Furlong dog was mighty pleased to see us. How he got there, why, or how long he’d been there we have no idea. Sparrows live in the creeper on the wall. We think he was trying to fly.



Author: Elizabeth

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

6 thoughts on “Flying Furlong dog

  1. Oh My God. That looks like a map of France on your wall. He was trying to get to me for a visit.


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