And the reason why the police dog was outside my window, sniffing a tree, was because he was on his way to the Doggie Happy Hour held at the hotel down the road. Yes, that’s right, I live in the middle of a yuppy enclave. Everyone here owns a dog. You can’t wander outside morning or evening without fighting through swathes of residents out walking their dogs – during the day you’re more likely to come across the professional dog walkers. Shops have bowls of water out the front, the local jogging paths have water bowls built into their bubblers. Dogs of all shapes and sizes, heaven forbid you should have the same breed of dog as your neighbour.
Camera update: Sony H1 ordered and on it’s way apparently.