Having been shopping this morning, I got bread rolls out of the freezer to make a quick sandwich for our lunch. Left them at the back of the work top to defrost. Came to sarny making time, I thought I had lost it (again) searched the kitchen to see where I had put them to no avail. On turning round there was little rat bag looking awfully sheepish, " who did it" pointing at the empty space. Willow shot into the bed with her face looking at the wall. Out she came, " bed" says I. Both dogs jumped into her bed looking so apologetic. Poor Woody, he hadn't done anything, but he knew she had. A quick dive into the freezer and microwave later we had our lunch, needless to say, she didn't get a taste (
her, not us )
