Behold the sick bowl. I was napping on the sofa after vomiting up some of my lunch. My phoned beeped and I reached for it and dropped it into the sick bowl that was lying on the ground. Then, as I picked it out, I dropped it in again. That was the end of that snooze.
Had to get strawberries for morning tea at work and practically all of the punnets contained weird looking fruit. I picked, what I thought were, the best two punnets only to be greated by this monster and its many deformed chums.
You may recall I have mentioned coming across abandoned, bagged, dog poo before. WELL! I have found the meeting place! What is everyone doing? Are you trying to send the Council a silent message that you would like a bin? Why not ask them? I have done so on your poo-leaving behalf. FFS Dunedin take your bagged dog poo home with you – if you are conscientious enough to pick it up why can’t it make it to your bin?
Next time, train your dog not to poo on walks like the T-Man!
I live in Dunedin, New Zealand. You would think it would be pretty clean ‘n’ green, like we claim to be. Well, this is what greeted me as I crossed the road today. I have been in much bigger cities that, by rights, should be worse but put us to shame.
Be thankful that when I walked over to take the photo the many, many, flies flew away. It seems that the fresh venison I had been feeding the dog was not getting gulped down as we had thought. He was eating the smaller pieces and scattering the larger pieces around the garden for later.