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The Real Winner
The Real Winner
The Real Winner
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The Real Winner

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Pete Baxter never wanted a dog, and he was not at all pleased when his wife brought home a puppy. A story of one man's love, and the lengths to which it took him.

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Release dateAug 25, 2016
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The Real Winner
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Tabitha Ormiston-Smith

Tabitha Ormiston-Smith was born and continues to age. Dividing her time between her houses in Melbourne and the country, she is ably assisted in her editing business and her other endeavours by Ferret, the three-legged bandit.

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    The Real Winner - Tabitha Ormiston-Smith

    THE REAL WINNER

    Tabitha Ormiston-Smith

    Copyright Tabitha Ormiston-Smith 2015

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    Dedicated to the memory of Drosten.

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    THE REAL WINNER

    Tabitha Ormiston-Smith

    Last September I finally managed to get time off work, and headed up to Bellefort, where there’s a big caravan park on the edge of a huge lake. I wanted quiet to work on my new book. I was determined to get it finished before going back; I had six weeks of leave accrued, and forty thousand words already written, so it seemed a doable thing.

    I got in some basic supplies – coffee, beer and so on – and settled down to work. Bellefort caravan park is a quiet place; there aren’t any notable attractions apart from the lake, so it’s only really populated in the school holidays, and I had been careful to start my leave after all the little horrors went back. There’s a solid core of permanent residents; it’s a nicer park than most, with a good bit of space for each van, but most importantly, it has bathrooms, proper little buildings, one per site, with hot water and electricity, and phone and power connections for the vans. Apart from having to go outside for ten feet or so to get to your bathroom, it’s almost like living in a house. Some of the residents have even planted little gardens.

    I noticed him the first day, that old man with his enormous dog, when I took a break and wandered down to the lake. Half way round there’s a short jetty with a pontoon on the end, and there they were, sitting on the pontoon, the old man in a beat-up old kitchen chair and the massive hound lying at his side. It was getting on for dusk. I stopped short when I saw them, and backed away quietly. There was something about their stillness, a kind of complicity, that didn’t leave room for a third party.

    By the third day I had a complete outline roughed out, and decided to reward myself with a walk right around the lake. It isn’t really as big as it looks; you can get right around at a relaxed pace in about an hour and a

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