lI WAS really embarrassed when I answered a call to the Dental Examination Board on Wednesday.

The form I had to take with me had been snatched by my post hating Westie who got to it first and tore it somewhat.

I stuck it together as best I could and apologised to the receptionist.

"Don't worry," she said, "It's the second today", showing me the evidence. The first was worse than mine. At least I had made the effort to make it presentable.

You don't feel half as bad when you know you're not the only owner of a dotty dog.