I thought last week’s review of infamous panty sniffer would be the last time I wrote about underwear abuse for a while, but a week’s a long time in TV.
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I thought last week’s review of infamous panty sniffer would be the last time I wrote about underwear abuse for a while, but a week’s a long time in TV.
Generally programmes about animals are like the character they feature – pointless packages of fluff.
They point out the stirling work of Animal Control officers and include plenty of cutesy close-ups of rescued creatures. Yawn. Meet Natalie – white trash is being incredibly generous.
Her less than Einstein-esque intellect has clearly allowed her to be persuaded to open her home to the television cameras, revealing the dog/cat infestation inside.
And the first thing she decides to show us is a pair of suspiciously blood-stained, camo-coloured knickers, which she says her pet shar pei ‘‘Sergeant’’ likes to chew on.
Natalie, who’s on an invalid’s benefit after a ‘‘recent car crash’’, must’ve forgotten the cameras were coming round because she’s found sitting around in her pyjamas.
And when Animal Control turn up because her army of pets are unregistered she’s still rocking those garden – a fancy plastic, $2 shop windmill.
Just to prove the programme’s not all about poking fun at the dregs of our society they chuck in a dog trainer for the last five minutes to tell her what she’s doing wrong. Everything, as it turns out. Sometimes you just feel good to be alive.