In the Woodhouse way, TV really is going to the dogs
Dogs may be man's best friend, but they worship and adore Barbara Woodhouse. Given half a chance, the entire canine species doubtless would slobber and slurp all over her, tails wagging fast enough to cause gale warnings throughout the British Isles. Woodhouse, however, is not a slobbery, slurpy sort of lady, as anyone who has watched her TV show can testify: her highest form of praise is a little tickle on the chest. Not a big tickle, mind you, and rarely a rub or...
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