My sister gave my border collie a squeaky toy back in the early '90s shaped like the Margaret Thatcher puppet from the series, "Spitting Image". He was a BIG dog, and from the minute it came out of its wrapper, he was scared to death of it. I could put it on a sofa if I didn't want him to climb on it and his ears would flatten and he'd slink off to the kitchen. He became a bit of a local attractions; I think all the neighbours called in at some point or another to see this.

An animal with decent political instincts.

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