Prudence was a 10 year old girl.  She had long wavy red hair that glistened in the sun like diamonds and skin so white that she blended in with the wallpaper.  Prudence’s best friend was Dianne, her beautiful, but cheeky Cavalier dog.  As glamorous as Dianne seemed, she was not.  In fact, Prudence called her Dianne the Devilish Digger!

Prudence’s family lived on a large estate in England with a huge garden and roses aplenty.  Ever since Dianne had come into the family she had been making mischief around the house and garden.  Some of her favourite pastimes included eating toilet paper, drinking water from the shower recess and worst of all digging a massive hole in the garden.  Every day Prudence bought spoilt Dianne a new bone from the butcher, and every day Dianne didn’t eat it, but buried it in her ingenious hole.  Prudence was fascinated.

One sunny day Dianne was scratching at the door. “Go on, run free” Prudence said, giving Dianne a push on her rump and through the door.  Prudence watched as Dianne leapt free into the garden and once again ducked down her hole. This time Prudence was more curious and determined to find out about Dianne’s mysterious hole.

Without hesitation, Prudence went and collected rope, a hook and changed from her expensive dress into boots and overalls, for she had decided to climb down Dianne’s hole.  She tied the rope to the hook and jabbed it firmly into the bold earth.  She gave the rope a few tugs to test the security and then bent forward and looked down the vast hole. She was intrigued as to how such a small dog as Dianne could have dug such an enormously deep hole, which looked to be about 7 metres.  She confidently pushed off and gradually lowered herself down until she reached an end.  A very soft end indeed!  It was packed with stuffing from old toys!  Prudence laughed “Clever dog”.  Then something utterly mind boggling happened; Dianne spoke to her!

“Excuse me Prudence, now that you’ve arrived uninvited you may as well stay and poke your nose into my beautiful bone collection” said Dianne.  Prudence was too shocked to speak so she just nodded and followed Dianne to an even deeper hole filled to the brim with a variety of half rotting bones.  “Chop watering, aren’t they Prudence?” slobbered Dianne.  “You should be very honoured to see my prize collection”. To Prudence it seemed like a rabbit’s hole in a cartoon.  The two friends spent the day together chatting away.

That night as Prudence lay in bed with Dianne at her feet, they both thought about the incredible adventure they had undertaken.  Prudence used to imagine the questions she would ask Dianne if her dog could talk; now Prudence knew the other side of Dianne.  As for Dianne, she smiled happily to herself as she now knew that Prudence was truly the best friend a dog could have.

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