Down Our Street....

....are vandels!

I popped into a pub today to try a catch up with an old friend. Thankfully he wasn't about - though I did later bump into another old friend. One with a bit more about themself and ultimately better chat!

Whilst in the pub, sipping slowly on a strong ale - selected as it was 'the one they're drinking please' - and contemplating why a local ale would be called frog island (to my knowledge Northampton's never had frog problems and neither is it an island) a perculiar, bearded, generally dischevelled man stumbled through the door...poorly concealing a vast, strange bundle of some description. Muttering something or other.

A drunk!

After watching him taste several of the ales and then deciding to buy half a guiness (a great trick to get free beer, brilliant!) I was alarmed by several things. First and foremost, how closely he had decided to stand to me. It was simply uncivil! Beyond that was the fact the he continued to talk to a chair. And that he was giving off a rather familiar, reticent, if not bizzare odour.

In Other News
As he walked to the garden it all became clear. The chair he was talking to was still a chair, concealing a dog. The strange smell was a dog. And the odd bundle was in fact also a dog.

His dog.