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There was a sheepdogowner tending a flock in the bitter wet cold weather at Craggy Erg. The sea was boiling around Craggy, a place no-one should be. Then it happened, the owner whistled the dog “come behind” and on a soft edge the dog lost it’s footing and fell. Immediately the tearful owner strode to the village of Craggy and soon men went in all directions to find the missing dog. It was some time and all felt lost but over a stone path came a tall man with a wet and cold wee dog cradled in his arms.

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    Christopher almost 6 years ago

    That's a sweet story, Peter.

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