If you’re eating while you’re reading this sentence, you may wish to skip over the next paragraph.

I live a few roads away from a vet’s office, which I often have to pass on my way to the local high street. For a long time I would often notice the odd deposit of animal excrement near the entrance to the vet’s office, which made me wonder if either it was a natural consequence of the vet’s treatments, or if the animals were just literally scared shitless by the experience. A few weeks ago I remember seeing a nurse disposing of some poo, so it looks like a poo strategy is now in place.

Anyway, this morning I was approaching the vet’s office, and saw the vet’s nurse walking a cocker spaniel into the back entrance. The dog looked at me curiously, and the nurse had to pull on his leash to get him inside. Then a man walked past me carrying another cute doggy. This second dog met my eye as she* passed me, and I could see her unspoken wish to escape. I’d met a kindred spirit.

I wonder how she’s doing.

(*I don’t know really know if she was a female, but in my mind she was.)

Written by PJ | Posted in my life

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