Turns out Gabrielle's song was right, dreams do come true. Yesterday Lambeth council put in a request for somebody to walk Mr S's dog. I was that somebody, aka, the luckiest person on the planet.

This good deed was purely selfish, essentially the best lunch hour I've ever had.

Clay, aged 9, a good boy.

The picture gallery contains the following; Clay's floppy ear, Clay sniffing leaves, Clay sitting like a good boy at the traffic lights, Clay's baby paw, Clay having a well held in wee, Clay's chin, Clay working his lead and finally Clay and I being pals. \

Obviously I asked him if it was ok to take his picture, he said woof (and his owner said yes).