actually, he had two dogs, but I only noticed when I walked past for the second time
This week's strip has the most unwieldy title to date! I'm so proud. A dog story to balance out the other week's cats -- inspired by one of Oxford's many buskers. I used to work in Evans, a shop with big, open doors, right opposite one of the main busker spots in town, and buskers were both a bane (the barrel-organ guy, the bagpiper, the noisy christmas trumpeter) and a joy (the string quartet, the Northumbrian piper, the violinists). The one-man-band is a recent arrival, but played the same spot. If I'd still been working there, I think he might have got annoying.