Porsche wasn't your average dog. He enjoyed fine arts and spent many joyous hours down at The National Gallery studying the influences of Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres on a modern society. He was very heavily into politics and planned to run for office in the next General Election. He also made a habit of studying the Stock Market with hopes of one day making a killing, moving to Panama on the proceedings and opening his very own business Microchipping Weasels. Porsche also loved watching TV and would never stray too far from his beloved Bang & lufsen, or if out, his Xperia tablet Z. He enjoyed Newsnight (being particularly impressed with the lighting and set designs) Anything with Valerie Singleton and enjoyed Professional Wrestling clips on You Tube (particularly the amusing antics of Kendo Nagasaki, of which he had several posters on his Kennel wall). Embarrassingly, in moments of rare weakness, he would admit to tuning in to re-runs of The Antiques Roadshow where he'd quietly fantasize about humping the well proportioned right leg of a young Hugh Skully. However, he wasn't blind to the fact that this charmed existence he enjoyed would probably come crashing down around him the very second the dog shit was discovered in the Gucci Handbag.