Drake and Bear Wreak Havoc
‘Stop that, Bear! You’ll topple it!’ Drake shivered nervously under the garden table as his determined companion stretched his lean
sausage body up the newly-delivered planter. Bear seemed impervious to the swaying blossoms, his excited gaze fixed firmly on
the plastic pompom dangling from an elegant gift tag.
‘Nearly got it!’ he grinned, wriggling his tiny back legs into an almost impossible position.
‘Come and give me a paw, Drake. It’ll be great fun if we can just get our teeth into it!’
‘Oooohh!’ moaned Drake, as the carefully potted planter leaned beyond the point of no return.
Crash!! The whole blooming arrangement of primroses and daffs spattered across the beautifully tiled patio.
‘Got it!’ Bear looked triumphant, the plastic ornament wedged firmly in his grinning jaws. ‘Wanna play?’
He rollicked onto the lawn, fighting an imaginary enemy while vigorously shaking the pompom left to right. ‘Grrrrr!’ he play-fought, ‘Come on, Drake. You know you want to!’
Drake edged reluctantly round the piles of earth and broken plants, tutting and moaning, and then his puppy side suddenly kicked in.
‘Give it to me!’ he yelped, sinking his teeth into the soft plastic. ‘Nah! It’s mine!’ Bear barked back, and a furious tug of war ensued.
‘Oi!’ yelled a voice from the kitchen. ‘What do you two think you are playing at?’
The pups halted their tussling, looking guilty and sheepish all at once. Drake automatically hunched down into his ‘it wasn’t me’
pose, while Bear toughed it out with a nonchalant air.
The Master crossed the soil-strewn patio in three quick strides and grabbed both pups by their collars.
‘No!’ he yelled, pointing to the fallen planter. ‘You do not destroy the plants!’ His usually kind face held a menacing look and both
daxies looked at him intently, trying their best to look penitent.
They hung their heads silently, while the Master put their leads on, attaching them securely to the outside tap.
‘You can just wait there till I tidy up this mess!’ he glared. ‘And no treats for either of you today.’ Drake whimpered, lowering his
bushy eyebrows to glare at his mischievous sidekick.
‘You’ve gone and done it again, Bear. That’s the last time I let you drag me into one of your dog-brained schemes!’
Bear just grinned.
‘Scaredy cat!’ he smirked. ‘You know they won’t stay angry for long.’
‘Wait till Mistress gets back. All will be forgiven, you’ll see.’
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