shoplifting was the order of the day. Let me explain. Before our walk on Clee Hill we decided a trip to ‘Pets at Home’ was in order. Ellie of late has been developing a funny tummy, going off her food, eating excessive amounts of grass and producing the most wondrous ‘Walnut Whips’ the like of which any chocolatier would be proud.
The blame I lay squarely at my door. Being a put out to grass cheffette I like to produce food for her. Which oddly I think isn’t agreeing with her tum. Casseroles of white fish, minced beef and chicken, each week a different main ingredient. Vegetables and brown rice or pasta, obviously no onions or veg on the not suitable for hounds list. I do draw the line at chalking on the wall plat du jour obviously! In the main because although she is an extremely intelligent collie with a huge vocabulary she hasn’t as yet learnt to read. This morning her breakfast was left untouched, so we thought after consulting that well known veterinarian Dr. Google that a hypo-howsyourfather might be required. In order to give Ellie the experience of shopping in a superstore in we all trolled. With us in deepest conversation and considering to the enth degree the ins and outs of a gnats arse or to be more exact Ellie’s, we were completely oblivious to the fact she had helped herself to a tennis ball. Having paid and just about to leave the shop she decided that as she didn’t have a recipe for making a cake with a file in it, added to which as already explained even if she did, she couldn’t read the thing. She obviously thought before they get their collars felt I had best drop my swag and put my paws up.
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