Commercial Break: Gaylord comes with a bone of his own. Oh yes.
The festive season is pretty much upon us, as you’ll know if you’re following our carefully compiled and ongoing Bitterwallet Christmas List. But for the kids, toys have moved on since this particular specimen, which we’d date at hailing from somewhere between 1929 and 1987.
It’s an arthritic hound with a name that in 2009 would invoke a campaign of bullying that could probably bring down the government of a small island in the West Indies. He’s Gaylord, and here he comes, shambling slowly out of a pipe after a real-life cat that is about 300 times quicker than he is.
The poor mutt. He looks as sick as fuck. When you think about it, is it any wonder they lost in Vietnam?