My Grandson has a pet log, he calls it Woody. He has had it for a while now, it followed him home from school one day and wouldn't leaf him alone.It's quite an old log, the elder of a litter of six. It's got a horrible bark which doesn't make it very poplar with the neighbours.He takes it for a walk every day, which, despite a brief paws now and then, sometimes turns into a root-march which really saps his strength.
When on holiday it likes to have a run along the beech or sit at the elm of a boat.Although it doesn't generally like being handled it will allow yew to spruce it up when needed.
A word of warning!! If you want to keep a pet log you must twig-on to its every need or it will pine away.
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