wa wa Wimbledon

Just today morning while approaching my office from the quiet residential back road, i encountered the regular trinity of dogs loping around in the middle of the rue, looking sleepy, sheepish and defensive. But the black dog was up to something different and wasn't concerened with the approach of scruffs like me. And as i passed by this is what backdog was doing: it was smelling a yellow flower at the end of a solitary sprig on the tarmac - and it was so overcome by the poetry of the moment it was incontinent.
Well what do you think of that?
And Wimbledon? I must catch the last few matches, but there isnt a telev at home and now i've been thinking of scrambling to pondicherry toNIGHT. i'll have to run run run.
can it be dun?