We were on the Back Beach today. A beautiful local pub with an exquisite estuary view (one of my regular haunts.)
We'd taken the dog out for a walk and there was a grandmother and daughter with the two very young grandchildren. Oliver was three and the grandmother said "Come and say hello to the lovely doggy, Oliver !"
Oliver regarded the grandmother contemptuously - with wisdom beyond years. He stood to attention and faced my doggy and said with a Von Trappe bow and barely concealed sarcasm...
"Good afternoon, little doggie."
The boy reminded me of this chap: