a few years ago, one Sunday morning, I’ve finished working a 16hour Saturday night shift 1600-0800, got home, everyone except the dog was still asleep, so I took her out for a walk, went to the allotment and did a few things for about an hour, hubby phoned and asked would I go into the newsagents, and collect milk, bread, can of beans, paper and magazines, (he had phoned the newsagent George, told him I had the dog so George picked and packed it) which I said yes.
walking back to the newsagents, there is a cut thru, and apparently people do all sorts there. I knew the dog had picked up something, she was pulling at the lead and not making eye contact, I could see something big and black but she was happy carrying it, not stopping to sniff, just wanted to get home. Went into the newsagents and I could hear giggling and someone said your dogs got something - I said it’s keeping her happy, and she won’t give it up, so we will get home quickly - to more laughter.
When she got home, she ran straight into the garden and was throwing this big lump of black rubber around the garden. She loved that find, kept her happy for weeks