Bottling Out

The morning walk with mutt began as routine. That was, until she encountered three unknown ramblers on the footpath. Her reaction was, as it normally is on occasions such as this - stop, stare and grumble. Following an empty response from the path-blockers, she huffed, trotted past and continued along the sunlit path as if nothing had happened.

I, on the other hand, took pity on these lost Russian, Chilean and French visitors, who had clearly spent a cold night out in the open, having been abandoned by their jocular acquaintances of the previous evening. Assembling this little party, I opted to escort them to the town gathering place for exhausted party-goers, seeing as countless other passers-by had already bottled out from this act of salvation.