Gemma was one of the two English Setters which I grew up with. My dad cut her hair like he was trimming a hedge and she regularly had to be chucked into the river to get rid of the mud and shit she rolled in.
“Was walking up a busy street yesterday when I had to negotiate a chocolate labrador inexplicably lying on its back, across the pavement roasting its balls in the sun. Everyone was acting all concerned like it was sick or something. Needless to say, I knew better.”