I took Charley for a walk on Monday morning. We meandered through the local streets at 7am … The local streets scattered with interesting piles of hard rubbish. Such a glorious dog walking morning!
At 7.21am I’d been around the block and up and down a few streets, poked my head into some courts etc. and was nearly home, and thought to myself, maybe I can fit in one more street? It’ll be okay to get home by 7.30am.
Woof! said Charley (not really, I’m just trying to include her in the story a bit more).
So we headed down Wendy’s street. And Charley and I found …. Dunadada … A Webber Q.
I can tell you I was excited. I GRABBED IT! And luckily I was right next to Wendy’s. So I rang her doorbell at that ungodly hour … And left it on her porch to collect later. Lucky she’s used to my hoarding ways.
And Charley and I skipped all the way home.