A lonely dug

I saw this fella sitting outside a little newsagents in Stockbridge today waiting for his owner. What a sad shape he cut whilst busy business men strode by. I like to imagine that his entire demeanor lifted when his owner returned and they jauntily walked off, with a joyful master whistling an upbeat tune.

My dad laughed when he saw this and observed that he looks terribly dejected but has all the freedom that a dog could dream of - his lead sitting idly at his feet. He's tethered only by his obedience and it clearly weighs heavy on him.