The local councillor announced the opening of the bridge across the creek opposite our house. I had a hand in lobbying for the new bridge and though the councillor and I are on opposing polical parties, it seemed that I should go.
The event was celebrated with a sausage sizzle - not one of my favourite foods or events, but still I went. As I was leaving home Kramer decided he wanted to go. I put his lead on and set out for the back door. He was a bit miffed - he usually likes to depart through the front door!
When we arrived over there there were a dozen or so people - mostly unionists supporting the councillor, and his wife and daughter were there. The little girl was coy about Kramer and didn't want him to lick her. I'm sure he would have it she'd got close enough!
Then he discovered the sausage sizzle and made noises that we recognise as "Here I am. Feed me. Share your food with me or I'll whinge." And sure enough he scored some sausage.
A man wandered past - he's a strange old man that wanders the street all day every day, and has a little white fluffy dog with him.
Whether Kramer was concerned that this little dog was getting too close to this new source of food (the sausages) or not we don't know. But Kramer behaved very badly and went on the attack. No damage done, but Kramer was chastised for his bad behaviour.
When it was time to go Kramer refused to budge. It wasn't far to carry him this time!
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