The little bugger of a dog that lives on Trelawnie was out again…

…this morning.  I only mention it because:
a)  I bumped it to it this morning, and walked it home; and

b) It’s got a lot of spirit.  Once behind bars, this little bugger is vicious.  Take away the fence though, not so tough.

We bump into this little fellow every time we go to the Dud, normally barking at us through the fenceposts.

However…

I’ve also bumped into the little fellow during the night, and on the odd occassion during the day.  The owner really needs to learn how to keep a dog - I can see it run over by a car one day, and nobody wants that…

So if you live in a consulate near the Dud, and own a dog, please take better care of it.  He’s a lovely wee chap, and if I find him run over because you couldn’t be arse’d shutting the gate, I’ll be most upset, and probably get the RSPCA on to you.

 Thus endth tonights soapbox peice.  PS… Take better care of your dog, bastards.