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  • One of our "bomb dog" handler's had a lovely wire-haired pointer called Alf. All the ladies working at Royal Ascot had come to love Alf over the years and were like bees round a honeypot when he was about. His last operational deployment was Ascot this particular year and Dave, the handler, wound up every group of ladies he met by telling them that Alf was retiring. He then say " Yes he's going to live on a lovely farm in Wales, aren't you Alfie?" He'd then do a theatrical wink and touch his finger to the side of his nose.
    The number of women that frantically wanted to have Alf to save him from the implied visit to the vets.
    NB. He did retire to Dave's house and lived happily ever after.

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