Where's the ice-cream?

Or the toothpaste. Before Harvey was 'rescued' at about a year old, his teeth were already in one helluva state due to a diet of Yorkshire Pudding, which he was fed in his cell. Yuh strange. And very mean. Anyway, seven years on we still cannot get a toothbrush in his mouth. But crunchy food has helped.
He gave me a lovely and vocal welcome home.