I recently professed my love for my new home of London. But even the city of your dreams will have its shortcomings, and London has one filthy habit I can no longer ignore. Every time I pretend not to notice it, the sh*t hits the fan. Or rather the shoe. You see - and I say this with the utmost respect - London is full of sh*t. Dog sh*t, to be precise.
You claim this Quality Assurance measure will ensure the "highest standards" are reached by pet shops but you do not appear to recognise that these ought to apply to the entire supply chain rather than just the sale premises - which rarely provide for the young puppy's emotional and developmental needs.