A nondescript bull terrier-ish dog used to lurk around the OM at Great Massingham (satellite to West Raynham) in about 1945/46. Its main source of nourishment was the dishes placed to catch the drips from the beer barrels in the bar. Consequently by closing time it was truly pi$$ed. The Adj was summoned to produce this mut to the local beak because it was accused by a local farmer of attempting to roger his ewes. I believe poor old Adj was bound over to ensure the dog's good behaviour. "Any port in a storm!"