Man's Best Friend

This evening my son agreed to accompany me on a walk - it was the lesser of two evils (the alternative was to water the garden).

"Come on", I said, "we can talk about the World Cup or something"

Anyway, he decided to turn it into a training run ("it's good exercise Dad") and literally ran off home (about 2.5 miles).

Leaving me with the dog, who had no views on the World Cup!