'Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, you know.'
No, you're the lowest form of wit!' I retort wittily.
George looks at me and raises his eyebrows. 'Really? Is that the best you can do?'
George shrugs and walks on a bit then he stops and says, 'I suppose you're going to post that on Facebook, aren't you?'
He looks me up and down. 'Then I think you should take a photo of you too. It's only fair.'
'Oh no, it doesn't work like that,' I reply.
'I see,' George says. 'One rule for the dog and another for the owner.'
He wanders off muttering something about a revolution.
A few steps later and he tries a different tack.
'Didn't Jesus say something about doing as you would be done by?'
'No, that was Mrs DoAsYouWouldBeDoneBy in The Water Babies.'
George sighs. 'I think you'll find that Charles Kingsley got the idea from Jesus.'
George wanders off saying something I don't quite catch but it sounds a bit like, 'Call yourself a Christian?'
So in the interest of fairness here we are on our return home.
And here is George before I sent him in the river.
How come George is always dirtier than every other dog I see?