And so he morphed into a massive dog, full of beans, enthusiastically sticking his massive nose into everything, and always ready with a morale-boosting hug or slobbery kiss. And then we began to realise that Alfie, our wonderful little bear…had a way of getting his hapless owners into all sorts of situations…such as that priceless moment when you are standing waiting to cross the road, Alfie is sitting patiently by your side…there is a break in the traffic…you cross one lane…get to the second lane…and midway across the lane, soooo close but soooo far from the pavement, Alfie squats and starts to unleash a poo…and you think “Oh no…not here”…
…so you encourage him to carry on crossing the road…which he obediently does, albeit maintaining the waddling squat position…so we get to the other side, and I decide to wait for another break in the traffic to go back and clear up the poo…and I am facing away from the road, getting the poo rucksack off my back when I hear a car horn…I turn around to see the far lane moving steadily, but a stationery line of cars queued up on the nearest lane…I look at the first car…who is stopped in front of the poo…and I see the driver look back at me and raise his hands as if to say “I am NOT driving through that!”.
So I then turn and take a proper look at the road surface…and I don’t see the tidy lump of dog poo that I expect…oh no…what has landed in the middle of the road is an enormous, virtually luminous, orangey-green monstrosity…which isn’t confined to one splodge…oh no…he carried on shitting as I got him across the remainder of the road…so the road is now littered with huge orange splats…
…so I look back apologetically at the car driver (tempted to say “what can you do – life’s a shitter”)…and to my absolute horror/amazement, he ushers me towards the road to clear it up…so I set off back into the road, complete with paper towel, dog bags, gloves, water and Alfie…10 surreal minutes later…I have wiped, scrubbed and sluiced the Tarmac…the road is sparkling clean and I am back on the pavement with 2 bags stuffed with poo…and the – now massive – queue of cars drives slowly past…many of them irate, but a few giggling and waving (I randomly wave a bag of poo back), whilst Alfie sits patiently, wagging his tail as if to say “Mummy, what ARE you doing?”…