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    I Got it Wrong Sam

    Sam was laughing at the thought of Frankie trying to keep a bunch of unruly dogs in check, “well at least she won’t be able to shag them.”

    “May bo not but they do have owners,” Lexi grinned.

    “You’re right, she may be in with a chance,” hey listen to us, we shouldn’t be saying this after what she’s said.”

    “Last day of our leave, what do you want to do?” Lexi turned to Sam, “I don’t know, how about a trip out to Edinburgh, it’s only eleven be there in no time about an hour depending on the traffic.”

    “Ok, but we better not be too late back.” Lexi went through to the bed room grabbed their coats they both left to enjoy a day around Edinburgh.

    Frankie was getting a little frustrated by the dog parade, it was the final of the best doggie competition in a local rag, Frankie had to get a toe in the photo world again so she took the job.  The Jack Russell was showing a more than healthy interest in a Collie, the owner was getting a little annoyed and spoke sharply to the Jack Russells owner, “Keep that bloody sex machine under control,” she had her dog close to her side. “Oh for god sake he’s only trying to be friendly.” “He can go and be friendly elsewhere.”

    Frankie went over to the woman, “Bring your dog over to the shoot site please, “With pleasure,” Frankie led her through a makeshift gate into a small arena were the dogs were paraded.  She took several photos of each dog individually, she was dreading the group shot at the end of the shoot.  Everything went off well in the end, the woman with the collie was called Geri, “She’s a year old,” she told the reporter from the paper. Frankie hung back to speak to her.

    “Nice dog, what do you call her?” Frankie smiled.

    “Martha, she was the runt of a litter on a farm near to my village and I took her on because the farmer said she was no good but she’s turned out to be a very clever dog look at this, “play dead, Martha lay on her back eyes closed and paws limp, Frankie laughed, she looks dead like that.  “Give me a high five,” Martha jumped up and put her paw up then, Geri put her hand out the otherway and Martha hit her paw against it.”

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