Wayne Lee's unfathomably vicious dog Sooty went "to live on a farm where they can look after him and he'll be happy" after an unprovoked attack on another child. Wayne really believed that somewhere, somehow, someplace, there was a dog's shangri-la which had a limitless demand for uncontrollable mongrels, in which Sooty would get to live out his days chasing rabbits and dozing in front of the fire by the feet of the kindly old farmer's wife.

I will never forget the look of confusion and shock on his face when I convinced him the truth was rather less prosaic: injected, stuffed in a plastic sack marked "Organic Waste - Biohazard" and lobbed in a dumpster round the back of the vets all inside ten minutes.