Since the incident earlier this week, dog is now a bit of a celeb. Reporter from local rag came round to verify the facts, but I didn't think he believed me. Off he went, promising to write a nice story. About half an hour later, dog is making a right noise. Wife orders me to investigate, and found gentleman of the press trapped in the shed - the dog fucking well did it again. Wife complains about dog shit on the lawn, chewed shoes, dog hairs on the carpet - but as far as I'm concerned that beast can do what it likes, where it likes, and when it likes. Postie, milko, kids, wife are left alone, but any other twat who chances going in to any outbuilding is NOT getting out again. If anybody wants to try, just go up to my Triumph and see what happens. I wonder if Bennetts will cut my premium next year. Dog is NOT for sale, wife.....possibly!