Went for a prom with Dylan along the seafront this morning. Dylan was the centre of attention as ever drawing in every man, woman & child with his 'fancy-pants' walk (up on tiptoes and exaggerated side to side movement) whenever he wanted a pat on the head or fancied the passer by might have some biscuits for him.
On the way back we wandered past one of the pet shops and I felt a sharp tug on the lead - Dylan was making it quite clear he does not agree with Sunday trading hours and decided to do a one-dog protest outside the shop...
