With his charming twinkly stare and his bouncing enthusiasm, Horace exudes lovability. Unfortunately that s not all he exudes. His breath is like napalm, his coat is matted with weeds from the goldfish pond, andever since the ban on huntingEau de Horace has carried subtle topnotes of fox poo. But he s such a darling that the Fitzroys have become impervious to his odor. Besides, there s a certain mischievous pleasure to be got from watching their more...