After we had been to Middleton Park we went on to darling brother and his friend's house. It is a new build and really lovely, I was desperately envious.
There was also their dog, Woody, who is allegedly part elk hound, or possibly fox hound, and is a rescue dog. He is a sort of middling size with a lovely dense coat and a soulful expression (I suspect a labrador may have been involved in the family tree).
Little bear was having a marvellous time, playing with Woody (who bore it with amazing patience) and running round. Darling brother and his friend had acquired six toy cars in boxes for him, and the friend kindly got a screw driver and started to get them out for little bear.
We were sitting in the garden when little bear came hurtling out with the final car. 'Did you say thank you?' I asked.
'Ye-es.' little bear said shiftily.
'We'll check, you know,' darling brother said mischievously and little bear then hurtled back to say 'thank you' properly.
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