I didn't tell "Fibs" on my Amazon/KDP Bio!

On my Amazon/KDP Bio. I said I had an invisible dog, and people did not believe me.

But I have and even wrote about him or her..or maybe it, in my Epic Historical Novel...”Pal and the Compost Heap Wars”. Never to be published due to a Worm in the Works. 

He could take Dog for a walk, if he had one. Probably sensing his mood Cat had cleared off. Chicken and Duck were asleep. But even if they weren't it was no use: his neighbour on the farm would probably charge him for hiring them to go walking.

He sighed, long and noisily. It always worked before she would ask “What's up with you now?” At least it was talk. This time the silence was well: it was silent.

Then he jumped up suddenly. He had just remembered. Ah yes, yes. But where was it? He pulled open the first closet and whistled. “Where are you Boy?” No ! He didn't whistle it: he said it! Another closet another blank. The garden shed? He rushed out towards the garden and flattened his nose, once again, the Patio Door was closed.

Then he remembered. “Under the bed. In the spare room. I hope it's not dead.”

He galloped up the stairs shouting “It's me Boy. Where are you?”

In the dust and fluff under the bed he saw the lead and the collar at the end. Gently he pulled it out. He thought. Oh don't be dead. I know we haven't been feeding you or bringing you for walks. But please don't be dead.

Gently he lifted the stiff lead and the collar on the end staggered up and waved unsteadily above the floor.

“Oh, Boy It's me.” And holding the lead in his left hand: he crouched down and patted Invisible Dog on the head.

“Let's go for a walk Boy. I'll tell you all the latest gossip.”

He was in the garden waiting for Boy to stop relieving himself against the tree. It was going to be a long wait. Boy had been under the bed for a year and a half. Another trinket form the Joke Shop of his past. The Invisible Dog, in his collar on a wired-stiff lead.

“Hurry up Boy. I'm starting to feel pressure myself.”