I went to do a job at the scabby bedsit flat once in downtown Basildon.
The fella who answered the door was the usual toothless, smelly article wearing large underpants and with breath that would destroy the most powerful of odour eaters.
Within the confines of that flat he kept a mongrel dog that was an utter fruit loop that wouldn't stop bounding around the room.
'Oi, Monkey Bollocks!! 'Sit down!! he screamed at it and, amazingly it calmed down.
Now THATS a name to give a dog!!