A dog ate my lunch

There’s a lovely park just over the road from work (the girls would, I am sure, insist that I explain that it’s a sitting park rather than a play park, because there is a big difference), where I love to have lunch, or just take a quick walk, if the weather’s not quite up to it. The weather at the moment is, of course very much up to park sitting.
I try to make sure I get out for a bit, even if I’m really busy, because that break can really refresh you and set you up for the afternoon. Today was very busy and even half an hour was a little optimistic, but I stuck to it.
As I usually do, I phoned Chris to catch up on our days so far, but I was talking while eating to save time – we can quite easily spend half an hour talking.
I was finishing up some leftover wraps (from a picnic yesterday with the girls and and some friends), when suddenly this little black nose poked into my lunch bag. There was a dog having a sniff around. I laughed and carried on talking, assuming (rather naively really, given tha we have a dog who has been known to steal food from the table and even took a piece of toast and peanut butter from my mum’s hand – to be fair it totally looked like she was giving it to him) that he would move on.
But no… the next I knew he had stuck his nose into my actual lunch box, extracted a slice of wrap (filled with very delicious spicy bean burger that Chris had made) and was scoffing it right next to me. I called out and looked around for the owner, who half-heartedly called his dog back, and I put the lid on the lunch box.
Again, I assumed that was that, but apparently I’m not the only one who thought Chris’s burgers delicious, as the dog came back for more, succeeding in removing the lid and getting another couple of bits of wrap.
This time, the owner did actually come over and take the dog away, though I didn’t see a lead still. I looked down at my now dishevelled wraps and, only momentarily, considered finishing them off. But no, I wouldn’t eat from a plate Wesley had stolen from, so I could hardly guarantee a strange dog germ-free.

The wraps were consigned to the bin and now I am sat on the (late) bus with a rumbling grumbling tummy.