The first time we took Snaffles to the park for a play was a tremendous disappointment. He wouldn’t chase a stick, wouldn’t swim, wouldn’t bark at the swans, wouldn’t even sniff in the grass. He just sat there, blinking. My daughter started crying; disaster!
When we got back, I phoned the guy, asked whether we had his regime wrong. He suggested a specialist. We took Snaffles in; inert as ever, curled up in a cardboard box.
The specialist performed a simple procedure and, eureka, Snaffles was barking and running about!
‘It’s in settings,’ he said. He showed me on the app.
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