h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

September. Springtime. This morning, a bit before eight, cooler than cool but not as far as chilly - call it bracing. Thin cloud with sun shining through. A light breeze wafting leaves and twigs of the shelter belt along the back of the park.
Lovely.

Recently, Doglet has shown stronger signs of Not Liking It when I carry her cast-outs home, for the bin, in a little blue nappysack. Perhaps she thinks I'm going to lay it out on the living-room carpet as a showpiece for guests... anyway, today she seems to have perfected her prevention technique.
Normally she squirms her way into those big patches of clumps of spiky plants and tall spiky grass, just to see who else has been in there - and recently has graduated from occasionally seeing to her business while in there, to seeing to it there more often.

Third consecutive day with no sign, for a minute or so, of where she might be...


I think she has me beaten.

Oh, the joys of hunt-the-poo. Trust me, it's possible to lose it in short grass if the is far enough away. I spent ages scouring the place each evening when my Banana rushes off and squats. I try to keep my eyes fixed on her location... often to no avail

It's a special way they have to keep us on our toes.

Fb

That's true, frenchbean. Oh, That's true.
Especially when you eventually walk away with a slack poo bag dangling from your hand and get funny looks from the companion of that, that... that other damn' dog