Finny the party pooper.

Finny is becoming an increasingly good walking companion - he knows the daily drill, rarely pulls on the lead, and is often off it altogether. However, I do blame him for sabotaging my date with a hotel receptionist in Brienz (CH). I met her for a drink after work, then we took Finny for a walk by the lake. The moonlight was twinkling on the water and casting its silvery spell when Finny stopped to lay a hypnotically steaming turd on the promenade, which I had to bag. A real buzzkill, and not the behaviour I expect of him at such times.