Not chuffed! Had Sam out for his morning walk. The place here is a bit of a mess with fences down and bits of trees all over the place. He disappeared like a shot into the bushes with the best part of a cooked chicken from a wheelie bin that had been blown over (dogs are not supposed to eat chicken bones are they?) Could I get the thing off of him, not a chance, my pocket full of dog biscuits were just of no interest to him whatsoever.
Does this mean I have an afternoon of sickness to look forward to I wonder?
Don't you just love them!!!!!!!
