A story for younger readers illustrated by Simon Bosch
When Foxer came to live at our house it was as though all my dreams had come true. Foxer was Gran's fox terrier. Norah, my gran, came too. At first we had a hassle or two - make that a hassle or three.
Since my earliest days I had been addicted to dogs. I would do anything in exchange for a cuddle and a pat. I'd swap them a suck of my dummy and later, the crusts from my cheese and Vegemite sandwiches - anytime, just to tempt dogs to play with me. All of which drove Mum and Dad to distraction.
Being a dogaholic creates all sorts of problems. But when Foxer gets smart, these problems are easily resolved.
