Monty: Why's he in such a hurry?
Rosie: He heard the gravy boat?
Monty: Nah, he's hurrying to meet his mistress.
Rosie: Nah, he heard the biscuit tin.
Monty: Nah, he's not in a hurry to get somewhere - he's in a hurry
to get away from the Great Dog Tyrex of Legend.
Rosie: Snrunch!
Monty: Aroooooooooooooo - you'll be sorry. He approacheth.
Rosie: Approacheth??? I'm furrightened. Arf, arf.
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Lovely art! And ooooh, I await Tyrex's approach with bated breath!!!
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Lovely. And my vote is either the biscuit tin or the fridge door opening. (That's what gets my spaniel bombing in from the bottom of the garden. Every time.)
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