Dear old George

He's getting on. All he wants to do now is amble around the park and then go home.

He keeps going until he doesn't want to go any further, then he positions himself in front of you to tell you "time to go back". If you move either side, he moves to block you. And as soon as you turn for home, he's on his way back.

Man, I love him. It will be a truly awful day when we say goodbye to him - hopefully not for a while yet.