I had 2 sirloin steaks from the fridge resting on the side before cooking...
...I take it I don't have to finish this post.
Lil fooker, at least this time t'was the black one.
Stat dog, when given the opportunity, would eat the contents of the kitchen swing bin.
He'd then be left with the bin lid round his neck like a poor mans gangsta.
Lionel had one fit too many back in the summer, and it's taken me until earlier this week to realise I can use the bin again.
My Retriever would run like Forrest Gump, in calipers, when out and about.
That is right up until the moment he saw a target.
His whole body would drop.
His legs would shorten.
His paws would claw at the ground.
He would turn into a sleek tracer missile.
Absolutely impossible to catch.
The one...
Is that it?
The white one, very sadly no longer with us, has eaten:-
Sick.
Excrement - Horse, cow, sheep, rabbit, human, bird.
Pheasant - Live and dead.
Rabbits - Live and dead (the capture of the live rabbit nearly killed him, he was so tired)
Seagull - Live and dead (to this day I still...