The Artful Dodger
‘I CAN’T understand how this dog gets out,” said Kitty Davis with a scowl. She held the gate open while calling her waddling bulldog.
“She’s a beauty, Miss Davis,” said her neighbour as he shepherded Bingo along the pavement. “I have no idea how she ends up in my garden but she’s welcome.”
Kitty closed the gate behind Bingo, who beamed her toothy bulldog grin at her and headed for her basket and a nap.
“Thank you for bringing her back, Mr Kentridge. At least I know she’s in good hands with you,” Kitty replied with a small smile.
“I do miss my bulldogs,” said Alan Kentridge. “My daughter wouldn’t let me bring them when I came to live here. I was thrilled to spot Bingo right next door!”
Running his hand through his
