On Thursday (Guy Fawke's Day) I was walking thru Primrose Hill after a lovely long lunch with my wonderful friend, Bronwyn, and saw, ahead of me, this couple. Intrigued by the striped knit dress and the ear muffs, I considered catching up to ask to shoot her, when this alleged incident occurred.
The ironic thing is: the bigger white dog isn't their dog! Theirs is the silly little one, the one being eaten. You'd think they'd be more concerned, but they kept walking. (Note how the white dog matches the couple's outfit).
I did later meet the white dog's owner, who was charming. As is his dog. Turns out, he was just being friendly. Which, in this dog eat dog world, can hardly be a bad thing.