I was just having a nose around on the beach, like a dog has to.
Picking up smells only a dog can.

And bravely fighting the large pebbles till they rolled off exhausted.

Sniffing sniffing.

A doggie smell there, a puppy smell here.
A fishy smell here, a crabby smell there.

A clump of seaweed.
Fish, I smelt fish. I put my nose in, into the clump, and
it hurt, it hurt. I yelped and yelped, the weed was stuck to my mouth.

I ran to my mummy, and she found something on my lip that was tied to the weed.
She bit the string off with her teeth, just like a dog would do,
and tried to take the thing off my lip, but it hurt.

I ran home with her.
And she took me to the dog doctors.
They tried to give me an jinsecktion on my lip but it hurt and hurt.

So the doctor took me to another room and made me breathe some funny air.
It made me giggly, but I was too much in hurt, and I think I fell asleep.

When I woke up, the thing on my lip was gone.
I felt a lot better and I came home and sat on my chair.

I couldn’t have my afterwalk crunchie munchies, I had antiboytics.
Littleindian didn’t help me today, I don’t know where he went.
He left when night was becoming day, before my food time.
So mummy looked after me, she was upset and crying.

I heard it is called a barbie hoook to catch fish, that someone had left behind.
So I beg all fish catching people, please, please, please
don’t leave hoooky things on the beach,

dogs hurt too.