Those darn dawgs again!
Saturday I collect scraps from my butcher, Paul. Today there were three large bags which all needs sorting through.
There were a load of lights (lambs lungs) which I do boil up, firstly, they are not to keen on them raw and secondly it gives me some gravy if I feed them some biscuits and lastly it is difficult to cut raw resulting in bloody fingers on more than one occasion!
So I sorted through the other bags, chucked out the fat and pork rind and some bones. These I take down to the beach and throw in the sea as the fish and crabs will clear it up.
That lot sorted I took one LARGE pot off lights off the cooker and put it on the counter top. To hot to handle so I left it there whilst I had a cup of tea.
I suddenly here a funny noise and Arthur had helped himself to a set of lungs and was making for the door. As he did so he was leaving a trail of gravy across the kitchen.
I ran after him and he was trying to gulp it down but it was way to hot for him and he had to drop it. He was totally guiltless over his actions!