Uncanny.

Gasp!

Look what my bessie sent to me.

Unfortunately, he is party to me screeching to a halt and backing up that vehicle whenever driving, well anywhere.

'back in a sec, keep an eye out' are normally the last words he will hear stage whispered from the boot of the car as I grab my cutting tools and bin liner.

I will return triumphant with my spoils. He will groan from the depths of the passenger seat where he has sunk.

And moan all the way home because inevitably I will have trodden in dog shit.