Today I went for a walk with my mistress and as it was quite sunny outside, we took a bally with us and planned to go playing on our favourite greenfield after that. That greenfield is so beautiful and big, and it’s surrounded by fences on three sides. My mistress says that’s practical because I can’t run away. It’s a vacant estate.

But when we just arrived the greenfield and I already was looking forward to my bally like crazy, a man came rearward the fence from a neighbouring plot. He wanted us to leave, because his children used to play football on that greenfield. The owner reputedly also had complained yet that dogs make poohs on his greenfield, although it wasn’t me!

I don’t understand that. Why are the children allowed to play on the greenfield, but not me? That’s so mean. My mistress also was very sad, and we walked home again. That’s just not fair.

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