Mung, says Rover

End daily 'not-sure-what-woof-woof-is-in-Vietnamese' misery by looking here. I found it a mine of useful information, especially when I attend dinner-dances with a dog what I have been set up with.

And another thing: who likes trampolines? I like them as much as the next man but why do some adoring parents put ones the size of the West Riding smack bang next to your garden fence? One might be tempted to cut the bungee cables one moonless night and, the next day, watch Tarquin and Beewing bounce once and then bounce no more.

Serves me right for having a nice garden, elitist imperialist running dog. Ao-Ao.