There’s something very appealing about men who clearly care greatly about their dogs and are hardly ever seen without them.
I was walking around the beach the other day with son, H, and we came upon a man sitting in the sun with his husky. I simply said: “Now there’s ‘man and dog,’ and dog-loving son agreed.
Next thing we saw the man root in a shabby looking rucksack and pull out a soft brush. As we pressed on, he was lovingly brushing the dog whose tail was wagging at a million wags a minute.
A glorious sight on the side of the sunny sandhills.