The dietary exploits of Kamu, our samoyed puppy.
So, we got back from the shops to find that we’d left the stair gate open and he’d been able to get upstairs. The clue was the half eaten plastic (toy) chicken leg from Marcail’s play food collection. Then there was the packaging as the only remainder of the four fruit scones and two wholemeal rolls he’d had for lunch on the kitchen floor.
Upstairs he’d snacked on a toilet roll, a shower scrubby and the dust cover of a library book; which Marcail had been the very first borrower of. Oh, and to top it all he’d pooped on the spare bedroom rug.
Well, at least he wasn’t idle while we were out!