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Carlitos, Rosie’s whippet younger brother, wasn’t a dragon, a greyhound, or missing a leg, but this didn’t prevent him from having an imagination of his own. This is the second part of Rosie’s latest adventure. You can catch up on the first part here, or enjoy another of her adventures here and here. Carlitos wasn’t… Continue reading Rosie the three-legged dragon and a night on patrol, part two
Rosie was black and beautiful, long and lithe, with a patch of white on her neck, on the tips of her paws and end of her tail, but she didn’t have wings and couldn’t breathe fire because Rosie wasn’t a dragon at all. She just thought she was. Rosie was a three-legged dragon, black and… Continue reading Rosie the three-legged dragon and the three days of night, part one
