Thomas Kinkade Christmas Evening

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be daft. Mr Dibbler says he’s worth more than we are!’
‘Perhaps it’s not what he’s used to. I mean, a posh dog like him an’ all. It’s a bit yukky, isn’t it?’
‘It dog food! That what dogs are supposed to eat!’
‘Yeah, but is itFive minutes later Detritus trailed back carrying about nine pounds of raw steak. It was dumped in the dog bowl. The trainers looked at Laddie.
Laddie cocked an eye towards Gaspode, who nodded almost imperceptibly.
The big dog put one foot on one end of the steak, took the other end in his mouth, and tore off a lump. Then he padded over the compound and dropped it respectfully in front of Gaspode, who gave it a long, calculating stare.
‘Well, I dunno,’ he said at last. ‘Does that look like ten per cent to you, Victor?’
‘You negotiated his dinner?’ wonder dog food? What’re wonder dogs fed on?’ ‘Mr Dibbler’ll feed you to him if there’s any trouble.’ ‘All right, all right. Detritus, go around to Borgle’s. See what he’s got. Not the stuff he gives to the usual customers, mind.’ ‘That IS the stuff he give to usual customers.’ ‘That’s what I mean.’