The tiny dog has gone home. It disturbed my big dogs. H has been very naughty. I took him out for a walk in the freezing cold and even though most poo is frozen H found a huge pile to roll in. He came trotting towards me with big lumps of it hanging off his coat and collar.
I tried to wash it off and dragged him into a stream. I was stomping around, washing him off with one of my gloves, making loud grumpy noises, when I realised there was a big group of mountain rescue people looking over at me.
I decided just to ignore Hs poo and my lost gloves, I walked past smiling and simply said 'Hi.'
They looked slightly nervous.
It is sad though, they are looking for a man that left for work one morning last week in his suit, was last seen walking off into the hills and has not been found since. He was only 50.
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