The Life and times of a dog called Cobber
As told in his own words
By Marie Bennetts
Copyright Marie Bennetts 2012
Published at Smashwords
My name is Cobber and this is my story:
I was born during the month of February 1969 and when I was three weeks old my Master chose me from my brothers and sisters and took me to his home.
Life is a bit strange at first when you are only a little puppy, but I soon became used to the house and got to know the best places to hide; get into mischief and go to sleep.
My toilet training was not complete and I was anxious to show my new Master and Mistress that I was a quick learner, so no matter where I was – inside or outside, I always made sure I got to the kitchen in time; the floor was nice and large and I had plenty of room for mistakes.
Perhaps at this stage I should describe myself. I have a grey coat with a black head and a black patch on my left shoulder; a grey line runs down the centre of my face and I have a mixture of Terrier and Cattle Dog in me. My Mistress has said many times that I am handsome and I think so too.