Freakish November

It's 10 days away from the official start of summer and the weather forecast predicted hail in Sydney this afternoon. It didn't happen, but all the frantic wind made Arthur, Christine's 13-year-old labrador (that's in human years), a bit unsettled, so I took him out for a short walk. Good old Arthur did a poo on the way back. I scooped it up with the spade and dropped the chunks into the plastic bag. Somehow he always times his poos so there are people approaching us on the footpath and they watch me as I'm bending down to scoop up his warm shit. It's so great.