As we were on our way back from our walk today, just coming up from the river, George spotted a dog and went belting off. I couldn't see where he went but I could hear a little dog yapping and a lady shouting ferociously. I couldn't tell if she was shouting at her dog, George or me as the irresponsible owner. When George came back I put him on his lead and decided that she sounded like the sort of person who would shout at me too so we hid in the bushes until she'd gone. Do you like the way I've deliberately drawn my boots out of line with my head and facing the other direction? Don't you wish you could draw like me?