Scape, lately admitted partner into the great Calcutta House of
Fogle, Fake, and Cracksman, in which poor Scape had embarked seventy thousand pounds, the earnings of a long and honourable life, taking Fake's place, who retired to a princely park in Sussex (the
Fogles have been long out of the firm, and Sir Horace
Fogle is about to be raised to the peerage as Baron Bandanna)--admitted, I say, partner into the great agency house of
Fogle and Fake two years before it failed for a million and plunged half the Indian public into misery and ruin.
Such popularity polls, as presenters Sara Cox and Ben
Fogle suggested, are never going to be free from controversy as each dog owner will say their particular breed is the best and there's just no argument about that (unless, perhaps, it has been particularly naughty on the day the question was asked).