Yesterday we were taken to Green Point Park where all the posh dogs go. In posh parks, though, you have to be on leads. Dawnie came too and disgraced herself by trying to swim in one of the ornamental fountains. She is not posh.
But we managed to look like city slicker dogs as we strolled sedately past kids playing - which I usually find irresistible, but the Alph would brook no unruly behaviour so I resisted.
Checking out the new waterwheel.
Then some balloons escaped from one of the parties and blew past us and into the flower beds in front of the soccer stadium where they popped. Well, that was the end of Dougal's walk!