Today was a black dog day in the big green space.
Everything is wet again and smells green and delicious. What I don't undersand is why only black, golden and chocolate labradors have pets in Richmond.( labradors is the she-speak word for them- they call themselves something long and pompous which involves lots of ear wagging.) There is a shortage ( and I use that word advisedly) of proper sized dogs as there is a definite longage of the other kind. Half the time I can barely reach the bottoms that need sniffing.
Today every dog I smelled was a black labrador and they are not great company as all they do is bound around being bouncy - no sophisticated conversation there, I'm afraid.

It is fortunate that I am as brave and courageous as I am - a lesser dog
might be intimidated by so much large and bouncy dogness but a quick snarl from me (when I'm on the lead and with She obviously) soon
reminds them of what's what. Of course, She does not appreciate
me and insists on apologising to everyone for my honourable conduct.
Sometimes I wonder where my training went wrong - other dogs do say there are no bad pets but only bad owners. I feel She needs some kind
of retraining course so that she learns to better appreciate me.