True story of Bally the Dog

Oh dear, another Bally the Dog misadventure. There we were on our regular afternoon dog walk through the city cemetery, underneath the mature Canadian maple trees, all lush and green from a mid-summer's rainstorm. And then he had to go and spoil the mood�by pooping. Frantically I searched my pockets. Where were those bags? They must have fallen out on our walk�uh oh.