So Im walking home through Royal Park and, as usual, every man and his dog is out walking his dog and his dog. An ink-black Labrador - call him Rover - untethered - belonging to some young guy in front of me suddenly bolts across the expanse of the native grass circle. The guy looks on, puzzled. The dog runs on. The owner yells for his return. Rover runs on and slowly disappears over the horizon. The guy screams f*ck you Rover and throws the leash into the shrubs. I say should you chase him, perhaps? Nope, he replies, hes made his decision: We had a good life together. Now I never want to see him again.
Posted on: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 09:39:00 +0000
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