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Adam unclipped the lead but kept his hand on my nose.

‘Stay.’

This was always his favourite game.

‘Stay.’

To keep me still for as long as possible.

‘Sta-ay.’

Sitting on the grass in the park.

‘Good boy. Stay.’

While he trod backwards.

‘Stay there. Stay.’

To give him a head start.

‘Go on, boy! Come on!’

I was off like a whippet. Mind you, I needed to be, seeing that Adam’s starting post and finishing line were only a dog’s length away from being the same thing. But I loved this. I loved making him happy. I loved watching him, the way he craned his head back as he pushed his way through the invisible tape.

‘It’s a draw,’ he panted, although I was sure he knew I had him by a nose.