This reminds me of a CERTAIN DOG who brought home (stole) the neighbours scrap bucket, who had a full sized roll of commercial luncheon sausage buried in the garden, who crouched and crouched and crouched, but struggled to pass something, only to poop out a single steak, WRAPPED in plastic on a little plastic tray. The body is not built to digest such a thing and the pain must have been fairly horrendous. He topped it off one Sunday by bringing home freshly made eclairs on a Royal Albert plate. We think they belonged to the local MP who often had a bit of a spread on for guests after church. We were too scared to go and look incase he had served himself before bringing us a treat... He had a doppelgänger/henchdog though - because neighbour used to phone us and tell us he was catching old pies from the Pie mans van, but now and then he was at home when that was happening. Part lab, part gannet. Big yellow brother - we loved him to bits. Such great memories.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 09:20:10 +0000
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