I don't believe it! Never leave a bucket with corn cobs where our golden retriever can get at it. Normally I wouldn't but I was tired, having had a few hours on the allotment, and when I got in I put the bucket on the floor in the kitchen.
Before going up to bed I did my usual 'walk-round' and went into the sitting room. There, on Jazz's luxury bean-bag dog bed were the shredded remains of several corn cobs! I was livid. Shop-bought would have been bad enough but our precious allotment grown cobs? How dare she? No pigs ears for her!
Jazz knew she'd been naughty because she was lying in the corridor watching me, not lying on her comfy sofa as usual. She was sent to bed with a flea in her ear......
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