Look what they did – tied me up behind the fence while they had a picnic in the sun! It was like being in jail – I could smell cheese and ham and cake and crisps and tomatoes; hang on, I don’t like tomatoes but you know what I mean. Trapped on the other side of the mesh and nowhere near to any tasty morsels dropping off the table for me to snaffle. Luckily one of the sprogs heard my plaintive whines and came to the rescue with some scraps.
Dogwuff! 