Met one of the local doggy Care Home escapees on the way home. He was very old and grey and said he was
15 but he was towing along some human as he said he wasn't allowed out
on his own at his age in case his legs gave up. Neither am I, but I suppose it might be for different
reasons :-)
So that was it; back home via the other end of the village, mug the cat, wheedle a treat (or two) out of dad and back to the fireside. It's a hard life....................
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