Virgilio and the dog poo
My Virgilio Anderson t-shirt arrived today and since I’ve had a travelling day I’ve been to many a place around Manchester and I can report that no-one has approached me with any information as to Virgilio Andersons identity.
I did drop in on my mate Simon Steele the famous celebrity hair stylist who gave me a holiday hairstyle just in time for us going away next week. I’ll be going to Menorca and me and the t-shirt will continue the VirgAn hunt. I must remember to buy some roaming Data from O2 as depriving an iPhone from the Internet is no fun. I know, I did it last year. I couldn’t imagine a fortnight without Twitter.
I hadn’t been home from the salon long when there was a knock on the door. It was the dog warden. On Wednesday we’d had a visit from some council jobsworth who, if I wasn’t as tired having only just got up, would have been punched squarely in the face. We’ve had a problem with a mongrel getting in our garden and breaking our fences in the process. Its been going on for some time but the result is that our pedigree King Charles Spaniel can go walkabout until I once again repair the holes. So this smiling idiot with his flouresant tabard, poo bag and grabber had followed the dog after seeing it having a small poo (I walk him and know that his dry food diet means he rarely does more than a Malteaser shit) and was stood on my doorstep asking if I, clad only in my dressing gown, was in a position to go and pick up the offending item. After I threatened to set the dog on him he left.
So thats why the dog warden was round. Charlie was really happy to see her and after she made a fuss of him I did notice that he had his lipstick full out and it was touching her knee leaving a little wet patch. I didn’t want to tell her. We told her our story and she said that she would try and track down the other dog. I was slightly amused on telling her about our efforts that she thought it was funny that I’d tried to shoot it with a black widow slingshot. Maybe the RSPCA wouldn’t have been so enthusiastic on that solution. We did get a free pack of poop bags so that story has a happy ending.
I’ll leave you with a bit of wisdom from the leaflet they left us with. Don’t pick up dog poo with your bare hands. Fine advice.
