Late afternoon today I was walking Walter down through town to the sea for our afternoon constitutional.
The park was busy - students on easter hols sprawled over the grass, the odd holiday-maker... and an elderly lady. As we were passing by, she paused and greeted Walter, telling him how handsome he was, and didn't he know it! Walter laps up all this attention, while I smile and agree (of course) and say:
"Yes, he does know, I tell him every day how gorgeous he is".
She laughs, and then says:
"Of course, it's like men, you have to be nice to them, praise them (don't criticise) ....and then they just have that look about them, and they puff their chests out."
I knew exactly what she meant. And I'm still chuckling.