Today’s dog owner pretty much couldn’t stop laughing when I told him I was writing a blog about big guys with small dogs. For one second, I even thought I saw him looking over my shoulder, just checking to see when the men with white coats would spring out from behind a bush and take me back from whence I came.
I can’t lie. I didn’t get round to asking him why he had a small dog* but he did tell me this: Regents Park is chock full of geezers walking toy dogs. I think you know which bush I’ll be hiding behind this weekend.
*Stern but appealing Schnauzer called Mercury.