What a miserable day at the pound. There was only one dog to walk - and two volunteers to walk her. I think the council ranger is shipping off his latest street finds to pounds that favour the Lethabarb Solution. And no-one has adopted Psycho-kitten.
We hauled the dog to the local park, where she got swooped by those nasty little birds that are supposed to be at one with the universe because they're indigenous. She didn't notice a thing - just rolled on the grass while we sat and talked about why businessmen think you'll succumb when they tell you their wives are too fat.
When we got back, I went to say goodbye to Psycho-kitten and found him in an even smaller enclosure. The only place he has to sit is his litter tray.