Uncle
Rolo
Black and tan Cavalier. Dignified, mostly. Holds the good cushion and sighs in complete sentences.
Rolo's story
The family, the cushion and the diary.
Everything here has been checked by Rolo personally. He has checked it from the good cushion.
The family tree
Who is who
Rolo is the dignified one. Odie is the one who needs supervising.
Odie's mum, Rolo's sibling
[Mum's name]
Add her name, and whether she is also a Cavapoo, here.
Honorary member
The good cushion
No relation. Respected. Reserved. Do not sit on it, even if it is warm.
Nephew
Odie
Golden Cavapoo. Chaotic. Carries squeaky toys everywhere and loses them on the landing.
Rolo's diary
Entries, translated from dog
Three entries, written with great care. Some words were spelled by a human.
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Entry one
The sofa
I was on the sofa at two o'clock. I was on the sofa at three. A human said "Rolo, off." I did not hear. My dignity remains intact.
Some of the cushions are now a little flatter than they were. This is not my fault. Probably.
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Entry two
The good cushion
The good cushion is the one by the window, where the sun lands in a warm square at teatime. It is mine.
Odie has been told. He sat on it anyway, then looked at me as though I was being rude. I have decided to forgive him. I have not decided to get off.
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Entry three
Odie's ball habits
Odie brings a ball to me, drops it at my feet and waits for me to throw it. I do not throw it. He picks it up and drops it on the good cushion.
I am considering a formal complaint. It will be a long sigh.
Think you can do better? Catch the biscuits.
Biscuit Dash is the game Rolo would play if he had hands. Your best score is saved on this phone.
Play Biscuit Dash