Dog day afternoon

I'm working from home today, so I have the luxury of (a) a lie-in! (b) walking the dog in the afternoon rather than early morning. I love walking the dog but there are some days that are better than others. This was a good day because we met a lovely lady and her greyhound Bells. Pluto loves playing with other dogs; sometimes he's a little too friendly and doesn't realise that not everyone finds him as interesting as I do, but generally he is gentle and fun; if a little boisterous.
Pluto and Bells ran themselves ragged; trying at one stage to include a Jack Russell puppy who became a little overwhelmed with all the attention. The sun although weak, was shining and I enjoyed chatting to Bells' owner. (Dog owners are generally very friendly - we don't have to find something to talk about, we have something to talk about. The same thing that has just put muddy paws all over you, or whacked you round the knee with a stick just so you would know how clever they are, or the same thing that is attempting to wrestle a greyhound into submission.) The park is full of birds and if I were a little more clever, I could tell you what they were; but I am convinced we have a family of woodpeckers living in some of the older trees. I'll check my wildlife guide to find out more!
There is one dark cloud on our sunny horizon, an aggressive dog. We come across him rarely but all the owners frown and shake their heads at the mention of his name. Apparently, he picked up a Yorkshire Terrier by the neck the other day and shook him. From what I can see, his owners fight aggression with aggression - this will only escalate the problem and if I see him in the distance now, we leave. Sad but true. Bad dog owners, what can be done? I think they should be locked up in kennels without enough exercise, and fed the same crap that comes in dog food tins. And maybe we too should be casual with our fists and feet: beating them when we think they've stepped out of line; shouting and confusing them and then blaming them when they become mistrustful, anxious, wary and ultimately aggressive. Incidentally, they are the same people that let their dogs go to toilet everywhere without cleaning it up. Anyway for the sake of my blood pressure, let's move on...
Got back had some cheese on toast and tried to do some sorting. My partner's things are all over the living room and I think she's a little stressed with the move. I don't want to put things away for her though. It's important because she moved in with me, that she puts her stuff exactly where she wants it. She has to make the changes so that this lovely flat goes from being my home, to our home. Already though, it feels a much nicer place just for her being here...