" Where's your dog?" Peter's voice came from within the gushing stream of water. Justin thought he must have misheard." Pardon?" " Your dog." " Yes?" " Isn't he with you today?" Justin looked at Peter." Ha bloody ha." Peter stuck his head out of the stream of water, features dripping. He smiled shyly. " I love greyhounds." Justin stared." My dog is imaginary." " Oh." Peter looked interested. " That's unusual." Justin put his head under the water. When he emerged, Peter was still looking at him." Less work," Peter offered, cheerily. " If the dog's imaginary, I mean. Not so much grooming, feeding, et cetera. "