The one legged woman in the motorised scooter said after Buddy pissed on her front fence. "I hope you are going to wash that off." She was like a Dalek jammed in under her single fronted veranda. I think I jumped a bit.
"A bit of dog wee?" It was the end of a walk wee anyway, she'd have been lucky to get any wee in her front garden, it would have been a sprinkle.
"I don't want it in my garden."
"It'll rain in the next twenty four hours," I said. "It will wash away then."
"Yes, but what do I do until then?' she called after me.
"Die," I said, but not loud enough so that she could hear.
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