Our bin day is Friday and Thursday is treasure trove day for the foxes as at night they raid the recycle bags like this one.
Well the bags were still out Friday morning when I took she who must be
She stopped to have a gossip with a someone she knows and I decided to check out the bag. Well you never know the foxes might have missed something.
So natter, natter, natter you mouth is getting fatter..........meanwhile I struck the mother lode.
I had just got that succulent juicy bone in my mouth when she who must be
I jumped 87 million feet into the air and dropped the bone........
What a waste and worse she dragged me away and............
left the bone for someotherdoggy.