Queenie likes to …

chase butterflies and tries to catch them. Oh dear this is NOT what I wanted from my trusty companion and fellow explorer. Mr McGregor keeps asking me what her purpose is. A mysterious question as 'furry companion and love bucket' is role enough for me. But apparently dogs should have a proper job, like retriever, rabbit catcher, guard dog etc. Ive tried to argue that she might like to have a fight with bulls-come-rodents with her staffie/patterdale roots. But this doesnt impress him. I fear butterfly chasing really isnt a useful job, and i now see that her ears look like two brown butterflies. So this might be her calling. Wonder if I can train her to use a net and carry an ID book?

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