Showing posts with label prison dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prison dogs. Show all posts

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Nearly a Misunderstanding

When an older man sidles up to you and asks it you want to see some puppies, do you hang around to hear him out?!

Luckily, I did. The Dog Handlers are training a couple of baby sniffer-dogs, and would I like to come along and play for half an hour?  Yes, please!

This is offered to me as some sort of therapy, a chance to do something out of the normal run of prison - the run of which I am thoroughly bloody sick.   When was the last time you played with a dog, or patted one?  For me it has been over 3 decades.  This offer is much appreciated.

Obviously, I'm not suggesting that people in general should hang round with strangers offering puppies...