I'm not just a sight hound you know - I'm a HEARING hound too.
I demonstrated this morning that I can hear the faintest, FAINTEST rustle of a poop bag (degradable of course) from two rooms away even when the Chris Moyles show is blaring out of the radio.
To the surprise of the Lady Of The House I hurtled into the kitchen like the hot favourite heading for the winning post at Aintree.
I knew that that sound usually means someone's crumpling up a bag ready to pop it in their coat pocket before taking me for a walk - and I wasn't wrong.
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