Here is how I think it will play out.
You and your pooch will drive out to a beautiful spot.
You will eat the sandwiches your wife has made for you and treat the dog with his own picnic.
Then you will walk for hours on end taking in the freedom, fresh air and the views, thinking it’s so good to be alive.
Back to the van….snug in the back watching a DVD and checking in here.
Getting late now the pooch is well away, dark outside, time to sleep.
DVD off, phone on silent…

You wake an hour later needing a pee.
Not worth trying to fight it, just go.
No, it will subside — it won’t, bursting for a pee now.
Open sliding door, only opens 1/3 of the way, then starts beeping, now the Van alarm is going off with all lights flashing the door won’t open or shut !
Dog is disturbed by noise and anxiety from owner, starts to bark.
You try to clamber over to the drivers seat, the exertion and panic makes you pee your pants, you can’t stop, too late…you look at the dog and he looks at you in disgust.
Whilst positioning yourself to try and open the drivers door you've kicked the information screen clean off its hinges, fcuk.
You open the drivers door and get out to the ear screaching siren and blinding flashing lights only to realise you don’t need to get out now, you have peed your pants.
…..must stop the alarm, pressing the remote doesn’t stop it, key in ignition, doesn’t stop it either.
Dogs just shit on the quilt due to the stress of it all and run off through the partially opened sliding door.
Van Battery starts slowly dying and engine won’t turn over - in panic mode now, must call the wife for a lift home !
Grabs phone from the back, covered in poo…….battery flat.
…..add your own ending.
