Wimbledon Common, London, June '03. A rather strange woman was walking around the edge of the pond picking up trash. One of her dogs followed her and the other one thought it would be wiser to cross the pond to reach her on the other side. This path was painfully slow, but the dog walked/swam on. He didn't even consider turning back. Watching this pathetic animal sent me into fits. I watched him finally reach the other side about 5 minutes too late and I fell on the ground into the high grass laughing. I woke up about two hours later and went home.