This is Willow, whose human brother was, until last week, one of my students:
For the last three years I have seen photos of Willow, and she was even mentioned in her human brother’s French speaking exam, in what would otherwise have been quite a boring task to conduct. (“Je voudrais réserver une table pour quatre personnes et aussi mon chien.”) Willow and I had never met face to face until the day of her human brother’s last exam, when he brought her to school to meet me.
We’d agreed to meet at 11:40 but it was past midday when they finally arrived. “Sorry we’re late, Miss. It took her half an hour to walk here because she’s only got short legs.” Poor Willow was a bit scared to approach me, probably because I was loud like an over-excitable child. But, eventually, she did let me stroke her.
Anyone walking past my school that day will have seen me lying belly-down on the ground, taking photos of a slightly suspicious sausage dog. Yet I don’t suppose it would be the weirdest thing anyone’s seen here.
Good luck to Willow’s human brother in his future endeavours, and hopefully I will see him, or one of his family, walking her in the park every now and again.
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