It's coming on for Summer, and we are in the Edinburgh Gardens in Fitzroy on a glorious sunny day.
"Dad ! I can smell sausages in there."
So can I Monty. They must be having a barbecue in the bowls club.
"Hey ! You there ! Throw half a sausage through the fence for a starving dog !"
Monty, stop your barking !
"I think they're all deaf, Dad."
"Well, I'm sitting here until I get a sausage and I'm not moving until I do !"
Righto Monty. You just wait there.
Maybe someone will take pity in a poor starving dog.
To be continued ...
Si the DogBlogger.