While we were away, my Dad's dog got out while DH was working, and a man took it in rather than surrendering it to the RSPCA. He took it to the RSPCA to check for microchipping, and called us. When I said that Dad and I were away, and DH was working, he took the dog home to look after it for us, so we took him a carton of beer for his generosity (although I think he wants to keep the dog, LOL)
DH got 2 gas tanks for cars for a carton of beer each.
Actually... I now have to organise a smashing down of fence and moving of retaining wall and digging of holes... I think I'll create a FB event and invite everyone to bring sledgehammers and I'll supply beer...
The Man got a six pack (can you believe it?!?!?!) for ME picking up his enormous bulldog off the side of the road and taking it back to work. I mean, this gorgeous big boy, I spent more than ten minutes getting him into my car (a tradie ended up giving the dog his whole lunch and picked him up and put in the very back of my little Pulsar (no, the kids were at daycare that day!). A very head-shy dog, obviously not worth a whole lot to this guy. He didn't even sound thankful! Oh, and please don't misconstrue that as I think we should have got more grog. Just a genuine sounding thank you would have been nice.
Hmm, what else, car work sometimes.... Dammit, what else have we spurred on the economy with???
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