how things change grew up on a council estate before dog wardens were it seemed every other house had a dog and you always got the touchy one that was laid outside the front gate and as you was coming home from school you always pushed your unsuspecting mate at it and legged it laughing your head of. then there was the packs of dogs after the bitch in season you no the one were mrs so and so had tied her up but still managed to break free and all the mongrels waiting there turn.how times have changed eh!