Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Thursday, 8 May 2014
Bad girl! How dare you eat Mount Vesuvius!
Chatting whilst standing at the rear of the Land Rover yesterday, we began to wonder why Dolly was cowering in the gloom of the back with a sheepish expression on her face. Then our eyes focussed on the torn-open wrapper of 14 dog-chews. 12 of them were missing...
Dolly went to bed without supper last night, having eaten best part of a volcano mixed in with a vat of mechanically reclaimed, animal by-products. These chews contain pumice which help to clean the tartar off dog's teeth.