Run through the tunnel,’ I urged my five-year-old papillon, Qed.
But he just stared at me blankly, as if to say ‘no’.
With a crowd of pensioners eagerly watching on, I pulled out a treat from my pouch.
‘Go on,’ I persisted, showing him his reward, but Qed defiantly barked at me twice.
‘Oh, he wantstreats,’ I laughed to the crowd.