Man, accusingly: 'Was your dog peeing on my wall?'
Me, indignantly: 'No, it was on the verge, but not peeing. It's a bitch, she doesn't do that.'
Grunt and shrug.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thirty words a day, about walking the dog. Inspired by Clare's blog Once around the Park
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2 comments:
He's lucky Mol didn't squat on his foot - would have served him right, I think. Of course, Molly's too much of a gentlewoman to do such a thing.
Hi Crow, funny business. She was loitering enjoying the smells, but nowhere near his wall, then his dachshund came running up to the gate to tell us off, and I hurried her along a bit so as not to annoy the other dog, so I suppose it looked as if we were caught in the act of doing something we were ashamed of! Those people have normally been quite friendly in the past...
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