Walking down the asphalt pathway that serves as a minor vein in the arterial network for motorised vehicles, I observed a dirty old dog sniffing around a rubbish bin, wondering if dog catchers still exist.

Just now, an hour later, I saw the dog catcher drive by.  Bye, bye, dog, someone’s previous pet — you were loved once and now you’re gone, just like that.

Ahh…the convenience of old-fashioned social networking.

Some days, it’s best to let pictures speak for themselves.