Jammy bollix

Sooty owns the footpath right outside his human's shop. 
On sunny days only. He lets us have it the rest of the time, on those poxy windy days filled with drizzle and disillusionment. 
We all know the score. When the sun is out, it is property. We walk around him reverently. And with no small amount of envy. 

A dog's life my fluffy arse.