Dogs'n'things

There's another street somewhere in the country where I have a spy out for stuff that ought to be written down.

This week, Hope* reports that there's trouble with the dog from number 7 over the road. Apparently Barry* woke up the other morning to find one of his pet rabbits had died, and on closer inspection it had met quite a grizzly end. He blamed the foxes in the wood behind the houses, and chalked it up to experience.

Anyway, he decided to furnish himself with another pet rabbit, only to be woken in the night by some loud barking. Turns out the "monster" dog from number 7 had got out again and was terrifying Bugs in the hutch. Barry, being a fellow with a very calm nature, grabbed the monster and shut it in the shed - and called the police. "Right you are, Sir, we'll send someone when we've got time...."
In the meantime, the woman from number 7 couldn't find the dog - and was told by the woman at number 5 that Barry had shut it in the shed. A row ensued, during which I'm told several quite fruity words went backwards and forwards, and the woman from number 7 called the police to report the theft of her dog.

Police arrived within minutes.

Barry handed the dog back, but told the police officer what had happened and threatened to take the law in to his own hands if it happened again. Cue stiff talk from police officer.....

....rumour has it, that monster dog has also been worrying bullocks. The farmer has been informed.




*all names have been changed....