Saturday, 19 March 2011

...in an octodoggy's garden, in the shady side of the brain.

While we're out and about, Julie and me will stroll along, and talk about random stuff. And if you've got this far, you know just how random that can be. Sometimes though, we'll stop to enjoy the view, look in a shop window or - and this is a favourite of ours - watch people as they go about their own business. Sometimes, these people are walking their dogs. Then, it's often also a case of either making a fuss of the dog or - as in this case - discussing/dissing the dog (and/or its owner).




Sorry to break it to you love, but you don't tend to find many dogs outside of Igor's laboratory with more than the standard set of four...