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  • This morning as I was walking home from the dentist, a large bull dog came racing down the road right into the oncoming traffic.

    My jaw dropped open as I watched him run right up to a car and then swerve a second before the car could have run him over, and then carried on racing along the other side of the road towards the bridge.

    What was he running away from? He was running joyously free. So fast!

    I carried on walking past Portora School when a van marked 'Animal Hospital' stopped opposite the road to me.

    "Have you seen a brown and white dog running down here" the driver asked me.

    "Yes," I answered, thrilled to be part of the drama, "he was running in the middle of the road towards the bridge."

    "thank you," the man answered.

    And he drove on down Derrygonelly Road towards the bridge that crosses the River Erne.

    I hope the dog was not killed. I hope no cars crashed. I hope he is not put down.

    Just think one last mad adventure before the end. Perhaps that is the way I will go.
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