Nowhere special, just to Sainsburys. He didn't complain, though. He doesn't get out much.
En route, The B&G stopped outside a neighbour's house to peruse the spectacle of an enraged canine, slavering rabidly whilst clawing and barking at the window, desperate to escape its incarceration.
"Look," I said, not thinking it through. "There's a real dog."
Hearing this, The B's face darkened.
"Rollo's a real dog," he snarled before stalking away, his indignation obvious.
Like I said, I didn't think it though. I shan't make that mistake again . . . .
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