Mark Rothko Untitled 1962

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Laddie?’ he whispered hoarsely.
There was a delighted bark.
‘Good boy Laddie!’
‘Yeah,’ said Gaspode. ‘Yeah.’ He sighed. Had he ever been like that? If he had, thank goodness he hadn’t known about it.
‘Me good boy!’
‘Sure, sure. Laddie be quiet,’ muttered Gaspode, and squeezed his arthritic body under the fence. Laddie licked his face ascould salute, he would have done.
Gaspode wriggled under the fence again, and waited. He could hear Laddie’s footsteps the other side, but the big dog seemed to be padding away from the fence.
‘No!’ hissed Gaspode. ‘Follow me!’ he emerged.‘I’m too old for this sort of stuff,’ he muttered, and peered at the kennel.‘A choke chain,’ he said. ‘A bloody choke chain. Stop pulling on it, you daft idiot. Back up. Back up. Right.’Gaspode shoved a paw into the loop and eased it over Laddie’s head.‘There,’ he said. ‘If we all knew how to do that, we’d be runnin’ the world. Now stop kiddin’ around. We need you.’Laddie sprang to tongue‑lolling attention. If dogs
There was a scurry of paws, a swishing noise, and Laddie