Our 17-year-old daughter acquired a collie cross puppy and named him Woof.
Some months later Woof escaped from the garden to chase two Lycra-clad cyclists on a tandem who were passing by.
My husband David gave chase and I will never forget the look of horror and disbelief of the rear cyclist as he and his friend peddled away from both the barking puppy and a man shouting "Woof, Woof, Woof."
Later that day, after a bried discussion, Woof became Wilf.
Letter in The Daily Mail, 4th April 2011.
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