Friday, September 11, 2009
Yesterday. Grey skies, rain sheeting down. We pull up next to an apparently deserted factory unit. On its veranda a black and white border collie, curled up against the cold, wakes, lifts its head, ears pricked, and stares hopefully out to where a bright yellow tennis ball lies in a puddle. Tail begins to wag. "Please?". I felt so guilty as it realised I wasn't getting out (I sent Pisces in instead) but as we drove off I spotted a car around the side of the building which made me feel a little better.