Carling, named by his lager-loving master in a moment of inspiration, after a beverage reminiscent of chilled urine.
Carling, waiting for his big bozo of a master.
Ok, perhaps not since 1840, but since 11:30 at least.
And the bollix is not showing any sign of coming back.
Ho ho ho my canine goolies…
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