Dogs And The People They Own

I took Prince Vasyl out for a walk this afternoon.  We were both happy to be out and we were very much enjoying the warm sunshine and the lovely, blue, blue skies after several very grim days of bad weather.

We walked past one bus shelter where there was a gentleman replacing the posters in the advertising hoardings, and he stopped what he was doing to walk over and say hello to Prince Vasyl. Naturally, Vasyl was delighted to have fuss and attention made of him, and it turns out the man also has a golden labrador, though much younger than my Prince.

We spent a very pleasant ten minutes talking about the joys and perils of being owned by labradors, and he gave me some hints that he had found useful when training his dog. Both of our dogs had played the Use The Living Room As A Wall Of Death game, and we were in fits of laughter recounting their exploits. It never fails to amaze me how sociable and nice most dog-owners - or dog-owned people! - are in our town.