In which George thinks he rules the world

Another glorious day, less breezy and more warm sunshine. Took George out this afternoon and as we were walking down the road I said, 'It's the sort of day that makes you feel like skipping, isn't it, George?'
He looked at me long and hard as I hopped and skipped. 'I refuse to dignify that comment with a response.'

I've never considered myself to be a fast walker but I find it a problem to walk as slowly as George does these days. Even crossing roads.
'Hurry up, George, there's a car coming!'
'It can wait.'

He has no idea that he doesn't rule the world.