Having been a very ‘good boy’, not something that came naturally to Dogmouth, as a special reward he was treated to a new collar. A nice pink one with spiky bits, it was even shiny if he stood in the right line and shook his head quickly. Or at least he insisted that it was. The good behaviour didn’t last long. He hadn’t had the collar on for twenty minutes before he started spitting bits of chewed up food onto the light fittings, again. One of the rare instances when having your mouth in the top of your head was quite advantageous.
