Wrong.
"Paddy," I said, as he sat obediently in front of me, "you know that meat in the fridge?"
Paddy shook his head firmly and wandered off to lie on his cushion.
A bit more practice, I think.
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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Have you noticed that you never see the dog's owner? I'm pretty sure he was throwing his voice.
"That Meat in the Fridge". Wasn't that a 1967 hit for Wales's own Tom Jones?
Now that you mention it, SP...
In 1967, YP, you wouldn't have been old enough to know. ;)
I thought it was very funny when I saw it but isn't it a good thing that dogs can't really talk? :)
I think you could be right there, Rosie. :)
I have looked at that YouTube clip several times and have come to the conclusion that the dog isn't really talking. What seems to be happening is that a human voice has been over-dubbed - cleverly synchronised with movements of the dog's mouth. Things are not always as they appear Jenny.
No way! You've ruined my day, YP!!
I think Paddy had the right idea!
Have a good Christmas. Flighty xx
I think you're right, Flighty! ;)
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