Need to get me a dog
Last year while looking after the neighbours dog when they were on holiday for the weekend I found loads of stuff. First night out for walkies a van drove by with its back doors open. As it drew level a large box of walkers crisps fell out. After waiting a wee minute, they didn't come back for it, so it was rescued from the road and taken to safety in my house.

Following morning. dog stops for a crap, not wishing to look, my eyes wander elsewhere and find a fiver on the ground. Go to supermarket on way back home and at the end of the checkout on the floor is a nice crisp tenner. Hello, life is good. Get's better. Last walkies before dog is returned home. In the woods next to us in the middle of the path, just sitting there looking all big and sexy was a neatly folded £20. I think it was the dog that brought the luck. Need to get the bugger back. There is a £50 out there with my name on it waiting to be found.
(Billy Sastard, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 13:26, Reply)