When Peter Gee-Gee was born people said that he was the living end in mongrels! His mother had been a Dachshund and his father a Spaniel.

Peter had inherited the long body and short legs of his mother and the ears and glossy coat of his father. When people laughed or pointed at him he just woofed, 'I'm a pure mongrel, I am'.

He often went for a stroll on the beach and it was on such an occasion that he met Brewster Marks, an enormous Afghan Hound. 'My pedigree goes back to the year dot,' he immediately informed Peter Gee-Gee.

'Mine is a dot!' Peter replied proudly.

'Never mind old chap,' laughed Brewster, 'it's not worth bothering about - let's
wrestle.'

They had great fun and didn't notice that the tide was coming in.
'We'll be trapped,' barked Brewster. 'I don't want to drown.' Then he fainted.
'Oh now, really...' yelped Peter Gee-Gee and without hesitation he dived underneath the floppy hound and dog-paddled them both to the shore where lots of people were cheering.

Needless to say, they became true best friends for ever...

by Sylvia Crèche

Author of the Mervyn Mouse Books