Hurray! This
episode concentrates on Father, Dear Father's greatest asset - the
Glovers' St Bernard dog, H. G. Wells. It doesn't matter if Patrick Cargill is
trying to maintain his dignified composure, or his pretty blonde daughters are
on screen, whenever he's in shot my attention will always fix on this large and
(normally) docile creature.
The dog isn't even trained to do very much exceptional in this episode, just head off in the wrong direction on occasions when the script asks him to. Most of H. G.'s funniest actions here occur off-screen in the viewer's imagination, either indicated through props (Patrick's chewed-up manuscript), or merely complained-about in dialogue (H. G. eating Patrick's sausage and bacon breakfast).
In the face of all this disruption, Mr Glover gives the dog away, an action for which he faces much censure and soon regrets -
The dog isn't even trained to do very much exceptional in this episode, just head off in the wrong direction on occasions when the script asks him to. Most of H. G.'s funniest actions here occur off-screen in the viewer's imagination, either indicated through props (Patrick's chewed-up manuscript), or merely complained-about in dialogue (H. G. eating Patrick's sausage and bacon breakfast).
In the face of all this disruption, Mr Glover gives the dog away, an action for which he faces much censure and soon regrets -
PATRICK: Nanny - doesn't anybody love me any more?
NANNY: Of course, Mr. Patrick. There must be lots of people who don't know what you've done.
In the best scene, Patrick visits
a pub at the time when he would normally be taking H. G. for a walk. Curiously,
it seems to be a special dog-themed pub, with pictures and rosettes on the
wall, and most of the clientele (lead by Ballard Berkeley) having brought their
dogs with them. This sequence is really well choreographed, like an H.
M. Bateman cartoon, with all the drinkers in the pub - horrified when they
learn of Patrick's action - falling completely silent. Three appalled faces
are shown in close-up rhythm - a drinker with a handlebar moustache, followed
by two dogs. Then the three men at the bar slowly reply, "You gave? your
dog? a-way?" in unison, exactly like a Greek chorus. It’s a bold, and
televisually sophisticated, realisation of a simple comic moment.
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