Collateral

I was walking along a scenic dock in Bristol on my way to work yesterday morning when I saw a dog led down, perfectly still. It looked a bit like a sheep-dog, but wasn't a thoroughbred. Probably a cross-breed of some sort. As I walked past, I looked closer and realised what it was led next to. Poo. Dog poo to be exact.

It looked as though the owner had no carrier bags, and had left the dog with the dog poo as collateral that he would return to pick it up. I watched that dog for four minutes, and it didn't move a muscle.

That dog could go down in folklore as the dog that waited for the pickup that never came.