i love my dogs.

they're all called kevin so it does get confusing at times.
i took one of them for a walk tonight, but there was a queue at the coastal path turnstile (admission 50p), so i decided to cut across the abattoir car park, across the pleasure garden (avoiding people having pleasure) and up the back passage.
but it was too congested for my liking.
unbeknown to me, doris had organised a sponsored dog walk for all my kevin dogs, and had picked the very same route.
so every few paces, kevin (my dog) would stop for a chat and a sniff with another kevin.
occasionally, he'd decide to jump on the back of one (still on the lead, of course) while i looked the other way.
i had to admire his energy.
but after an hour of this, i decided it was time to go home.
but he just sat down, smiled, and asked for a cigarette.
i don't know why i bother.
still, i've decided on a name change after watching him in action.
i'm calling him roger from now on.