The day before your dog dies
You find yourself in your back garden, but you are lower to the
ground. Raising an arm, you shreik in terror. A paw! Red! Well,
copper, or whatever colour an Irish Setter's coat is. You ARE your
dog.
What are you going to do? You will be killed if you do the same thing
that good old Lifford did...
You wish to go back to the day befor your dog died because then maybe
you can save her.
