when i take the mutt out for his morning constitutional. I usually just clip him on his leash and let him do his thing while I take my meds and pour the first coffee .

Dark enough that as I searched in the grass, it was hard to find the chrome leash clip. There it is, sez I, and I reach for it.

and it’s a concrete hard dog turd with a piece of tinfoil embedded in it.

Suppose it could have been worse, it might have been soft.

Will have to make more of a concious effort to make sure the leash clasp ends up on the concrete walk in future.