We know five Barney's. They are all labradors or lab retrievers, stubborn, slow and always doing something they shouldn't. Tonight, old Barney was particularly naughty. He didn't want to walk in the rain, but Barney's mate (Jack Russell terrier!) was off the moment the car door opened. Barney waited for his steps to be brought out, then slowly made his way down. Barney's dad called him sternly but he took his time squatting near the path before kicking leaves over his pile of poo. We went in the opposite direction, but could hear Barney being called over and over again.
As we approached the car park we stopped to watch as Barney dashed up the path and straight into the back of car. No problem getting back in the car then, Barney. But with Barney safely in the car and away, we enjoyed the last loop of our walk in quiet contemplation. Oh, for a walk without Barney.