Tim Butcher, I have quickly come to appreciate, likes thingsjust so – and that extends to his two beautiful Hungarian Vizslas, Mango and Ruby, mother and daughter, who share his office. When I arrive around lunchtime, I see that he’s ordered-up a plate of delicious sandwiches, which sit on the edge of his desk, very much at snout height. If this were my office and a plate of grub had been placed thus, I’m ashamed to say that Bo, our black lab, would have helped himself before I’d managed the ‘How’ in ‘How do you do?’.
Tim’s dogs, by contrast, are impeccably well behaved. ‘I could leave the room for 30 minutes and they wouldn’t touch a crum,’ he tells me. I’m not entirely convinced. But then he’s built this…
