Living in a lower ground floor subterranean hobbit hole in London's unfashionable Shepherds Bush leaves us no room for dogs, wide or otherwise. This is something that causes me, and more specifically the missus, a great amount of pain and results in us chasing dogs around local parks, squealing, trying to pet, hug and kiss them.Now if you'll excuse me I have to go bail the missus out from jail for dog rustling.
Again.
