I don’t do monkeys …
Look who Oliver the Beagle and I met on our walkies: a macaque! In the middle of a densely-populated residential estate, no less. He was pacing along the boundary wall of a house, but stopped to give us an impressive dental display as we were passing him! Oliver (motto: “I’m a lover, not a fighter”) decided that discretion was the better part of valour, and pretended that he hadn’t heard the hissing … Lord knows I love all animals, but Mr Fangs did give me a bit of...
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