To set the scene, Barney was my Mum's beloved giant afghan hound who left his mark on the suburbs circa 1975 - 1983. Now anyone who knows anything about the afghan breed knows that for starters these animals are as stupid as they are beautiful. I cannot overstate this, to make up for their intellectual shortcomings they move with the utmost grace, trotting as if in water. This afghan in particular looked a little bit like a 1990s Sheryl Crow, not wanting to be unduly mean, this is purely an observation on hair/ear/face proportions:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDZNX4IM_Nk
Anyway, Barney, or Paws, with his beautiful long gleaming coat and high maintenance bath and blow-drying schedule was a joy to my Mum, if something of a liability. He swallowed the door key once, I even had a clear image of the X-Ray, with a comcially clear generic keyshape in the little guy's stomach. There is a chance that this is embellishment post-fact (for how would we have the X-Ray? I'm not sure Vets just hand them out) but the truth remains: our door keys, Barney's gullet. This is one of those scenarios that simply does not seem true and if it were to appear in a movie viewers would scoff at the implausibility of it all but happen it did.
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