I run into Luca (may actually be ‘Lucca’, not sure) at Huntingdon Park quite frequently in the mornings. He is a happy golden, except when someone else has a tennis ball. (Although it’s okay if someone else has a tennis ball if he has two tennis balls. In his mouth. At the same time.)
Aside from ‘all the tennis balls’, Luca also owns the Huntingdon Park fountain, especially on hot days.