Aspirina

I got back from my teaching job midday on Saturday to find a group of worried villages standing about near my house. One of them immediately explained that there had been a spate of dog poisonings in and around the village. Apparently it was one/some of the countryside folk, disgruntled because a stray dog had attacked and eaten their chickens. It’s not uncommon for this to happen but as a result, a few of the familiar ‘faces’ around the village had disappeared including the chemist’s dog, Aspirina, a cheeky little black dog with oversized ears and undersized legs. He was always around and I’m told was the publicity for the pharmacy. The motley group standing about warned me to keep my little dog enclosed so that it wouldn’t wander off and eat any of the poisoned meat left lying around for strays. How terribly sad. Wouldn’t it be better just to reinforce the fencing around your chickens than to resort to such drastic measures?