Three on a leash
For some reason it's twice as difficulty to walk three dogs as it is two.
Kevin's gone off on a trip for the day and I took the dogs for a walk down to the chip shop and back. It was actually slightly easier than the last time I did this - being daytime helped. But just as we got to the roundabout three stray dogs entered the street. They were all black and all at least as large as Pegasus. It could have been nasty, but the stray pack just came up and checked out my pack, and went on their way.
I decided to take the dogs back via the alleyway to avoid them. A good choice I think. An hour later the black dogs were still roaming about and starting to go into Bendigo Street, stirring up dogs all over the place. I called the Ranger, because, really, there was no telling what might happen.