Summary
Chester is comfortably lying under an apple tree, munching to his heart's delight on old rotted fruit. Occasionally he lifts his nose in the air and smells fall. Then he might roll over on his back with an apple in his mouth or he might stand, shake, and look as though he's ready to spring into action - only to collapse under the tree and grab another apple.
Standing over him, I urge him to his feet.See the full content of this document
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When It Comes to Field Work, Chester's Top Dog
"Chester, you idiot, you bum you, let's go," I cajole. "Exercise. We need to get into shape for the long days ahead." He stares up balefully. I return his gaze with a look of disgust.
I am not serious. I love Chester.Most often he doesn't even look at me, so I grab him by the collar, lift him to his feet and make him walk. He's compliant but leaves his apple trov...See the full content of this document
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