Monday, July 30, 2012

Upstairs, Downstairs

One of my neighbours has a dog-walker because she's too busy not working to take her own mutts out for a pee. For similarly valid reasons, she has several gardeners to tend to her playing card-sized front yard.

Today she deigned to accompany her dog-walker down the road, but instead of helping her, she simply commented "There's a good girl!" as the walker scooped up the pampered pooch's poop.

I do hope she meant the dog.

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