Sammy lives in our mansion block. We run into each other all the time on our walks.
Sammy and his mummy invited us to tea the other day. He was so excited, he kept looking out the window for us.
He didn’t realise that we don’t have to come through the front gate. 
Voila! We have arrived Sammy!
And we like the chocolate macaroons – but was told we can’t have any.
And I, George, thinks there are too many apricot cockapoos on the street where we live and they all seem to get together often.
