When Bob Adams resigned his job counting chocolates in a Liverpool sweet factory, to train as an Inspector for the RSPCA, Britain's largest animal welfare charity, he had hoped to while away his days in a quiet country station', far from the bustle of big city life. Training Superintendent George Arnold Pugh had other plans for Bob, however. Wappingdon was one of the busiest RSPCA stations' in Britain, with a population in excess of one million. Set in the heart of the industrial English Midlands, the town had expanded rapidly during the iron-ore revolution of the early twentieth century. When Horace O'Flynn, local broadcaster, mayor of Wappingdon and Big Chief of the Wappingdon and District Branch of the Society, telephoned RSPCA Headquarters to complain that the Wappingdon Inspector had just quit his job and absconded with the Branch Treasurer's wife, Old Pugsy' decided Bob would be the replacement. Knowing there could be no appeal against this decision, Bob drowned his sorrows and reluctantly headed for the Midlands, little realizing his posting had triggered a chain of events that would cause him to thank Old Pugsy' from the bottom of his heart, for sending him to Wappingdon.