Dogs

On the way to the shops, I saw a man with a bulldog crossing the road diagonally. His gaze was fixed on... another man with a bulldog, standing outside the bank. The first man laughed sheepishly: he didn't want the other guy to think he was crossing the road to be bulldog buddies with him. 'It's just that he hates the sound of saxophones', he explained. 

There was a hopeful sax-playing busker playing carols outside the North London Hospice furniture shop.

On the way to get a pizza after dark, I saw a very elegant woman walking a Pomeranian that was sporting a thick leather harness adorned with festive lightbulbs. It looked rather swanky, and I think the dog knew it.

It's all go dogs-wise, on Barnet High Street.