This morning Mrs grey drove me and our two dogs to Linton Lock, which is near RAF Linton on Ouse, to drop us off for a walk.
On the way, Hattie, our Lakeland, who was sitting on my knee, turned to our Fell Terrier, Russell, who was sitting in the back, and said 'I've checked the fuel load. I reckon we're on for the Big One. Bremen'.
Shortly afterwards Russell prodded my wife on the shoulder and said 'Just passing over the Dutch coast, Skipper'.
Do your dogs talk like actors in old war films?