Out chatting again and one of the marine neighbours reminded me of, ‘you must remember that time Willow chased our dogs’. Yes, all too well, when we thought our dogs would do as they are told and used to walk them off lead near the marina. That doesn’t happen anymore, and also now we know better. The girls do listen without distraction but you stick a distraction in and you’ve lost them. You could wave a chicken foot under their nose and unless it’s the thing that has their focus you might as well be talking to yourself. Let’s face it I frequently have those ‘you might as well be talking to yourself’ moments.


Also, I know me and a million other dog owners always, no matter where they are or what they are doing. Posh frock and fancy affairs they and I will always have poo bags in their pockets…. That is right up until today. I thought I put my jacket on. I take out a thousand poo bags at a time like our dogs suffer from the running trots and certainly enough to pick up mine, every other lazy pigs, and probably a zoo too. But not today. I thought I had my jacket on, nope – I had Dave’s jacket on, I don’t know why Dave can’t be like every other dog owner and have poo bags in every pocket and bag he owns. Clearly, Dave is special knowing that I’m carrying poo bags must mean that he doesn’t have to. I thought I was wearing my jacket. No poo bags in this jacket. Willow has just done the doo. I look round franticly, unsure if I was looking at being spotted or looking for all the litter I see frequently around hoping that something would make do. My error, my foul, my bad. Clearly, Willow likes to go in the non-litter area. What do you do? Seriously decisions decisions. Yes, I did it, I left it, the shame. I can only hope I get back to it before someone stomps in it. Oh, the guilt is running through me like bad spelling in a stick of Blackpool Rock.


I apologise, I’m sorry and don’t think badly of me. It happens all be it, super rarely, but it does and I’m not going to sit here typing this pretending I’m lily-white using Daz washing powder, which we don’t by the way.


I’m bad – I’ll be over here in the corner if you want me or at least until this evening walk when I shall go poop hunting.


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