Well that was a lovely evening walk, Monty.
You seemed to enjoy it.
So shall I go back out and nab it for us before it goes?
Yes, I think I should. But I’ll put you inside while I pop back out.
It’s amazing what people will fly tip for Christmas!
I reckon whoever it was must have peaked a bit too soon and had to replace it already.
I’ll put it there. Best left outside as Monty will only want to wee on it.
It’s a bit rough but should do for us, free and clears a bit of fly tipping.
All done, Monty, we have a Christmas tree! Coat off and time for a cuppa.
Well, last night I was thinking about the tree so Monty and I went out to decorate it.
Oh heck! What on Earth has happened!!!
Thankfully it turned out to be a silly dream and Monty and I could just hang the decorations on without a ladder, or scaffolding, or a fairy tale beanstalk!
Maybe lockdown Christmas is getting to me.
“Oh hello again. Ahh, the recycling box. I’ll bring it out.”
“Hiya, thank you. Your tree looks lovely. Was that…”
“Dumped? Yes, we grabbed it after walk the other day. Can’t have fly tipping can we?”
“Well done. Speaking of dog walks…”
“Oh, ignore him. No manners that dog!”