Doesn't bother me; for one thing I can't read, and for another, my superior breeding adequately compensates for any lack of brains.
Genteel walks or social ball games, followed by a leisurely afternoon nap — don’t need brains.
My saggy face may be wrinkled but I proudly carry a stiff upper lip.
Intelligence is for the working classes…I’m a monument to the empire; a national treasure.
You can keep your Border Collies, Kelpies and Blue Heelers.
I’m Winston, the British Bulldog. No brain needed.