The dog got drunk on the egg-nog that Mum made at Christmas, oh how we giggled until the hound widdled on the floor, I giggled even more and got a walloping, ( because walloping kids was allowed before the watershed which was 9pm or so me Dad said.

One day the dog got run over and that was the fun over.

Its name was Timmy, skinny little runt but we all loved him.