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I wake as I feel the long wet tongue of Max my mongrel dog,sweep across my face. Get up, get up, get up, he lashes as I bury my face in the pillow. Suddenly a sharp clawed paw scratches at my neck and I realise that I will be safer if I get up and let Max into the garden to relieve himself and sniff the flower bed where the neighbours cat has been half sleeping and half mouse watching throughout the balmy summer night.
As I stumble down the stairs Max is bouncing at the coat rack near the back door, he manages to unhook his lead and it jingles to the floor. I look through my blurry eyes...
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