Comedian Eddie Izzard posed the question 'why did Mr Dog change its name?' in recent years. Well, while the scenario he painted of a late night meeting at Mr Dog HQ with bonkers late night thought processes running rampant was quite amusing, the real reason was simply to bring it into line with its European brand name.
Anyway, for our screen caps we've picked some lovely pics from an early Mr Dog ad - from 1982 - and two later ads from 1985 and 1987.
Aw, cute, eh?
A new decade and a new canine treat! And the first thing any self respecting seller must do is flog the goods to the punter. Pedigree Pet foods, purveyor of our canine culinary delight, knew this full well so as the nosh hit the supermarket shelves, the first two Mr Dog TV ads went on air. They were 'King Charles Spaniel' and 'Poodle'. Both date from 1980 and more ads then spanned the rest of the decade. A few years in, the ads gained a very twee... er... cute jingle, which is now etched on my brain.
Mr Dog was famous. Even if you didn't own a dog, you couldn't fail to be aware of the ads.
For myself and certain people I knew Mr Dog also achieved a certain sinister significance as the 1980s progressed.
I recall a friend's mother having a nervous breakdown in the mid-1980s. She was admitted to a psychiatric hospital, where she briefly believed that Mr Dog was spying on her and listening to every word she said.
Spied on by dog food? Or was there more to it? Just who was Mr Dog? I was twenty years old, with an over-active imagination, and although I appreciated the gravity of my friend's Mum's illness, on the quiet my thoughts conjured up visions of a sinister cigar smoking poodle, surrounded by yappy henchdogs. My fantasy poodle was the mutt who might be behind the Mr Dog empire, Mr Dog himself in fact, a mutt of immense of power.
Don't mess with Mr Dog...
My friend's Mum made a full recovery and could only say afterwards that the Mr Dog delusion came about simply because she'd seen too many of the ads.
Advertising is a mighty powerful tool - sometimes with very unforeseen results...
dog. Our dog is a female, black and
white Jack Russell terrier called
Tinker. She is 13 years old, two years
younger than my older sister, Becky.
Tinker gets fed "Mr. Dog" dog food at
the time when I have my tea (6pm.).
She has a plentiful supply of water.
I take her on walks as often as I can.
I like taking her down the lane to
Brompton on her lead, but she prefers
going down the field behind our house.
Tinker understands most commands, like
"stay, walkies" and sometimes "sit!".
She usually sleeps on a chair in the
kitchen. She is a lovable dog and
doesn't bite. She is rarely naughty
except when she eats the cats' food.
The two cats are twins and can be told
apart by their different coloured noses: