You may suspect me of being a horse-riding type, being from rural Surrey. I developed a chip on my shoulder about horses at a young age. I went to the type of school where lots of girls had ponies. However, I was sent to that school because it was hoped that the nuns would be a worthy investment in my after-life. I got over my horsey non-affiliation when I heard that a nice lady called Karen made dog collars and leads at Farnham Sadlers on West Street. It's a lovely old-fashioned shop that sells leather wear: handbags, suitcases, belts, wallets, riding clothes, posh wellies that sort of thing.
So imagine my joy when I heard that I could chose the leather, width, fittings and so on. Also, they were delighted to meet Juno and kindly shut the door so their shop dog and Juno could have some fun. Here is Karen and the dogs in a calmer state after 100 laps of the central display:
Also, when Ms J ate through her lead in the pub one night, they repaired it for nothing. What service.