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Poppy seemed as pleased as I was to return to the relative peace and rural beauty of Ashton Mead. As the train carried us closer to home, she grew excited and I was afraid she would urinate on the train. In a way, that might be even worse than if she defecated, because the pocket of my jeans was stuffed with dog poo bags. Thankfully there was no one sitting beside me to witness her leaving a deposit on my lap. It wouldn’t be pleasant, but it could be dealt with discreetly. If she urinated on me, that would be more difficult to conceal. I had brought a small towel with me in case of such an emergency and could only hope it would suffice if it were needed. Nothing happened to disturb our journey, but I was relieved when we arrived at the station and could take a walk outside as far as t
