Inspired by a found photograph of an otherwise cute dog on a lead whose distorted shadow looks like a huge slavering wolf - a trick of the light caught at exactly the right moment
From our canine affairs correspondent, Deep Bone:
Yeah, right. They're back, ain't they? Wossname, the Dogs' Guild. You got that twenty dollars? Tuck it into me collar, would you? Ta. Anyhow, after Big Fido went, his right-paw dog, Martin Dobermann, he buggered off to Paraquat, did'ne, till the heat was off? You know, Paraquat? Next door to Tezuman, ruled by, wossname, thingy, a Generalissimo? Anyhow, word on the street is that he's back. Ranting on that inside every dog is a wolf. All you need to do is to lose the leash. Gods know how Angua's gonna take this, I'm thinkin' she'll go spare. Really Bursar. Librarian hearin' the wossname, M-word. So you keep the dollars comin', I'll keep me nose to the lamp-post, keep you informed. Twenty dollar a pop, agreed? This city's gonna go up. Where is Martin Dobermann? Word is he's in a coal bunker underneath the old law courts. And you ain't heard that from me, squire.