I took the Furlong dog out today for a little ambulation. Well that’s what we call it here in our house because our dog can understand words. Walk, food, dinner, supper, lunch, ball are some he likes. Bath is one he’s not keen on.
On our ambulation around the very excellent Cemetery we like, I checked our secret places for blackberries. We already had a nice crop around the end of September and we ate them at my birthday party.
Today I discovered some selfish, rude, inconsiderate, greedy son of a bitch had picked them all.
We know this guy, he’s the same with the bird food in the Furlong garden.