there was a alley way in the town where we lived in spain we dubbed Dogsh*t Alley. Not a lump of it anywhere else, but down there it was hard to find pavement. It sort of worked in a weird way. Coming back to England and tripping through it all over the place, we kinda missed the alley.
I remember walking our dog and she decided to go in the middle of the street, and of course it was one of those times i didn't have a poo bag on me. I walked her back and then drove back a bit later, screetched to a stop next to the poo and scooped it up and then drove off. I must have looked like a right loon
I remember walking our dog and she decided to go in the middle of the street, and of course it was one of those times i didn't have a poo bag on me. I walked her back and then drove back a bit later, screetched to a stop next to the poo and scooped it up and then drove off. I must have looked like a right loon
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