POS is like on old dog sleeping on the floor waiting for his...

POS is like on old dog sleeping on the floor waiting for his master to come home. Covered in mange and starving for attention but like a Ridgeback is so loyal he will die before he gives up waiting.

Every now and then the mailman comes and he raises his head and lets off a couple of barks which gives way to a few farts only to roll over and continue the wait surrounded by the foul stench of last nights left over prawns.

But when and if his master ever comes home he'll forget about how arthritic his joints have become and leap up with excitement and bark so load that all the other dogs on the block will bark back.

He'll get a feed and a bath to rid the fleas and maybe even go for a walk down the Terrace to show off his shiny new coat and maybe chase some poodles.

It's a dogs life for sure...