Continuing the saga… read part one HERE
“whe…wherzzz…wherzzmeBullmers??”
Outside, in the gutter, where it normally is
“givvusmeBullmers,yernastymutt”
Ain’t my problem yu dropped it, yu go get it
GitOrrf!, the scruffy-bellied Border Terrier, sits on the camp bed, Halflegs curled up on it under a blanket. Revlegs approaches, giving GitOrrf! the hard eyeballs, before gently shaking Halfleg.
“mrStevens….mrStevens” Revlegs rouses him from his Bullmers Original sniffy sleep. “Itoldyoubefore,nodogsallowedinside” he points up at a big sign on the wall.
NO DOGS ALLOWED
Halfleg peeks from beneath the blanket.
“whatdogReverend?”
“thatdog!”
“ain’tmine,Rev…nosir,yerholiness”
Revlegs eyeballs GitOrrf! who gives his best invisible look.
“arethosechickenbones,there,onthefloor?” Revlegs scritches, pointing “dog-eaten,chickenbones?”
Only me brekkers, mate
“rightthen” and GitOrrf! finds all four paws lifting into the air as sniffy Revlegs grabs him by the scruff and carries him towards the front door of the hospice. Towards the unwelcome snowlick falling outside.
Hold on a tic Revlegs, but I’m with…
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