...they're easier to load in the van if they are dead weight. If you know what I mean.
Assuming your armed fellas are better shots than the ones in the neighbouring farce, that is!
The neighbour said that they didn't know the breed of the dog but that it was 'very big' and 'not something you'd want around small children'.
They also said that the dog had a habit of running into other people's gardens.
And now it gets to languish in police kennels until charges are brought. If they ever are. And of course, the chavshrine is building up outside the house, which (as ever with these stories) looks like the sort of place you'd wipe your feet after leaving:
Florists and bloon-sellers will make more of a killing than Rover!