ORSO.

His name means Bear. 
He is the dog who bit the chief of town police a few weeks ago.
Camera at the ready, I sat on the bench, hoping he would join me again, and he did. He also gave me a whopping lick on the cheek.
As he climbed onto the bench beside me, I honestly thought he might actually sit on me, but he knows what he is doing and was quite careful. 
He didn't stay long, wandering off to rest in the cool grass. When his owner returned, he joined us for a chat, while seated on the bench.
So much for ORSO, who brightened my day.
On Tuesday, Grace refused to eat, wouldn't get up and looked so poorly that we were convinced that her time had come. I even called the vet to make preliminary arrangements.
In the evening I gave her some tinned mackeral, which not only did she eat, but she stood up and went outside in the garden, did a poo and suddenly felt so much better that she started taking an interest in chasing lizards with Baldrick. Since then, she has brightened a lot, so panic over for time being.