Jacko

We met Jacko while we were out for a walk with the dog today. He was out with his own dog, Tilly, and H went over to talk with him. H actually thought that Jacko might be a pirate because he had an eye patch. I suspect (though I don't know for sure) that he's a retired army officer. He had a ramrod straight back; cut glass accent and impeccable manners. Tilly was a cutie: much better bred and more intelligent (though neither of these would be terribly difficult to achieve) than our own imbecile mongrel. She demonstrated that she could balance on her hind legs for treats and walk impressively to heel off lead, while Archie demonstrated that he could wind himself round tree-trunks and trip up passers-by.

I thought Jacko had a wonderful face and was desperate to photograph it but shyness prevailed and I missed my opportunity...then we met him returning the opposite way and I screwed up all my courage and asked. He was slightly bemused I think but very obliging.