Steady on, old chap!

His name is Boston, Bossy for short, and I should have known better. You don't invade the space of a Neapolitan Mastiff. He looked so sleepy and benign lying in the back of the ute when it pulled up beside my pavement cafe table. But as soon as I raised the camera . . . well, I'm glad he couldn't leap beyond the end of his tether. Happily, his human was round from the driver's cabin in a trice and immediately calmed him, and, with her to reassure him, Bossy allowed me to take a couple of shots. I wasn't game, though, to suggest we move him into better light.