The mystery of the stolen sausage....
 

So, like I decided to have a fry-up today. Sausages, bacon, mushrooms, egg, baked beans, a piece of toast and a fried slice....mmmmm....actually I could eat that all over again.

Anyway, I got busy with the frying pan and was rewarded with a plate of very nice breakfast and one sausage put to the side for my dog, Pilau.

I left Pilau's sausage on the chopping board on my kitchen worksurface and sat down to eat. Can I at this point just say it was absolutely delicious and well worth the effort? Anyway, as I was eating, Pilau was very interested in the whole sausage and bacon smell that was emanating from my plate and installed himself directly in front of me for the duration of my meal.

As I was mopping up the last bit of baked bean sauce with a piece of fried bread, I explained to him that his sausage was probably still a bit hot (I eat fast) and if he were to eat it right away it would probably burn his tongue, but he didn't believe me. I think he thought maybe I was holding out on him or something, collies are suspicious like that.

So, anyway, I stuck to my guns and said, no, your sausage is too hot, you'll have to wait. Just then my best friend Judah arrived and we said hello and drank a beer and generally forgot about the sausage.

It wasn't until about twenty minutes after Judah left that I realised the sausage was gone!!!!

So, who I wonder stole the sausage? was it Judah.....or was it Pilau?

Smell the breath... pretty specific smell.

Hmmm....hadn't thought of that. Of course it's too late now to retrospectively smell Pilau's breath because now it smells of tinned tripe.

he does seem very happy though. Also about half an hour ago I found him sniffing around the kitchen in a manner suggestive of a dog who expects to find sausages just lying around.......

My basset is a thief... we would have KNOWN who took it.

And...he has form. He once broke into my next door neighbours house....well actually broke in is such a loaded term, the door was ajar...and once inside helped himself to the conveniently placed, newly heated steak and kidney pie which my neighbour had` prepared for his tea.

Perhaps they prepared it for him and they just did not know it at the time?

My brother has a very odd dog who goes by the name of Amber.....a very delicate feminine name for a dog consisting entirely of muscle.....who has taken to stealing carrots. She has learned how to open the cupboard door and fish out the raw carrots which she eats with gusto.

Slightly less funny, was the time we arrived back at my bro's house to find she's half inched a tuppaware tub of scones the children had baked at school. Unable to open the tub she'd just chewed right through the base and eaten the scones from there.

I am fairly sure that's exactly what Pilau tried to articulate when he was caught with gravy covered chops and an empty plate.

One of my cats likes eating carrots. I think that's very weird.

"What?... This is mine, right?"

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LOL. That second one worries me slightly though.

I try.

I used to have a dog that liked guinness....

Good dog!

Unfortunately the same dog used to have a penchant for rolling in cowshit....slightly less endearing than getting drunk on guinness.