We are in Edinburgh Gardens in Fitzroy and Monty and Daisy can smell sausages cooking at the Bowls Club.
Poor Monty is dying for a sausage.
"Dad, this paper smells like sausages !"
"Almost got it... almost got it..."
"Sigh, nothing, just empty paper."
"Well, I'm waiting here until I get a sausage."
Poor, poor Monty. If you collapse from starvation, I'll carry you home.
Si the DogBlogger.