'There's an island,' said Snitter desperately. 'Didn't you know? A wonderful island. The Star Dog runs it. They're all dogs there. They have great, warm houses with piles of meat and bones, and they have - they have splendid cat-chasing competitions. Men aren't allowed there unless the dogs like them and let them in.'

‘I never knew. Just out there, is it, really? What’s it called?’

‘Dog,’ said Snitter, after a moment’s thought. ‘The Isle of Dog.’