The Case of the Trojan Dog.

I was just reading about a dog called Archie, currently domiciled at a London animal shelter. Apparently, he gets taken out regularly by a woman called Marie-Hélène who, as her name rather obviously suggests, is French. And now the staff at the shelter have a problem: dear Archie (or ‘mon petit chou’ as he likes to be called) only responds to instructions delivered in a French accent.

I feel a conspiracy theory coming on. I mean, look at the angle on Archie’s left paw. He didn’t learn that in Battersea Dog’s Home, I’ll be bound.