He’d get particularly excited about Grandad and Nonny.
Late one Saturday afternoon, Biscuit and I were on a walk,
heading down the hill away from our house.
Nonny drove past us up the hill.
When I yelled to Biscuit, “Nonny!,”
he banged a U-turn and ran
(pulling me!) back to our house.
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