The Wonder Dog is in Disgrace.

As I’m typing there is a small, high-pitched whine coming from the direction of the kitchen door. I’m choosing to ignore it. Rex the Wonder Dog is in disgrace. It doesn’t help his cause that I am already seriously sleep-deprived due to his nocturnal habits. He’s been whining for the past hour, non-stop. I am a block of granite. I am carved from stone. I am…oh good, he’s stopped. I can’t bear to hear him cry. (But don’t tell him!) R the W D lived with an old lady for the first two years of his life. I can only assume that the woman paid numerous visits to the toilet during the night. As a result R the W D can hold on for 6 hours or so during the day and then take himself out to the loo, when he needs to, through the...

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