Walking The Dog

D David Harris David Harris
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It was Russ’s leaving day and we waited for him to arrive. Len suggested that Russ was probably walking the dog. Sandra was using Big Brother trying to locate him on the internet, but could only get a picture up of him of when he was young and looked like Tony Blair. Len again suggested that Russ was probably walking the dog. Terry was touching up his three steps to heaven that Russ could practice on to get back his Arnie Sweatyknicker physic. David was bagging up the off cuts of wood in a black dustbin bag and still the Popemobile had not arrived. Sarah dropped in to say hello and goodbye to the leaving soul and was surprised that Russ had not arrived. Len again said he suspected Russ was out walking the dog. Then they heard it arrive, the white Popemobile. Everyone looked out the window and saw Russ’s upper torso sticking up through the roof as he was practicing the Queen’s wave to everyone. Further surprises were in store when the Popemobile parked and his dog opened the driver’s door. The dog was driving and had taken Russ for a ride. No one could understand the smoke stack that curled out the back window until Russ explained it was the new heating system, a wood burning stove on the back seat. What happened to the central heating? Terry asked. The dog did not like it and threw it out as he drove. He felt better with a bit of wood to chew as he drove. Now he had arrived and before he could do anything he just had one job to do and that was, WALK THE DOG.

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