Last week Stella and I had one of our walks in the woods without Demon. Halfway through the walk I was struck by a thought.
I need the toilet....
Luckily, the woods is part of a council run park, and it has a toilet block. Sorted!
Not sorted. I was on my own with Stella.
Nothing to it, I'll take her in with me I thought. All was well until Stella spotted the toilet. Ooooh drink!!
Erm, no don't think so!! I shrieked NO! and Stella backed out of the cubicle. Every time I tried to get her back in, she stuck her head down the toilet. I was fast beginning to realise that this perhaps wasn't the best idea I'd ever had.
We ended up using the disabled cubicle, which I thought would give us plenty of room.
It gave me marginally more time to wrestle a German Shepherd doing a fantastic Father Jack Hackett impression away from a toilet while my bladder was at bursting point and my stomach was struggling to hang on to it's contents due to the smell.... I think Stella's not the only one to need a DRINK!!
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