Honestly, if I didn't know who was following me, I would swear it was a dirty old man. Harvey has perfected the art of heavy breathing.
We only walked round the block and into the tip a bit today as his back leg was dodgy yesterday and he kept tripping over the long grass in the playing fields. Bless him, he's not as young as he was. Yes, I know I'm not either ... no, okay, I'm sorry, I won't embarrass you again ... all right, you don't have to go on about it ... look, if you're not careful I'll tell them about some of your other habits ... you know what other habits.
That's better. And don't mutter.