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When my brother was 4 he was sitting under the dining table eating a Mars Bar and Aunty’s dog, Toby, shot under the table, cleanly lifted the bar from brothers hand, and shot out again without slowing down.
Toby was a Heinz 57 that looked like a large greyhound wearing German Shepherd’s coat. I used to walk him when I was 11/12 and the whole exercise could be summed up in repeated “Come back, faithful hound! Oh, well, stay there then . . . “