we know what it is, we know who it is...

but for god's sake tell us where it is!

Dear oh dear, Freya is in trouble.

I went round last night and as Sue opened the door, she gave me a look and said "yes, I know there's a smell, Freya's done a raid."

I should explain that Freya is my mate's beautiful alsation. She's drop dead gorgeous and is anyone's for a biscuit. Mike got her from a dogs' home and she was in a terrible state, practically starving. It's taken him years to turn her into the lovely dog she is now. Previously, she had to forage for her own food and steal what she could. Although she has no need to do this now, occasionally she has a mad moment and goes on a raid. This time it was the fridge.

They found the lamb chops in the middle of the record collection. Other items have been found under cushions and hidden in corners. They thought they'd found all of the stuff, but then the 'smell' started. They've hunted everywhere but they can't find the offending item, and Freya is stubbornly refusing to co-operate.

In the meantime, she has eaten one of her toys, and is currently shitting red and blue bits. Mike said "that is NOT my dog", and hung his head in shame.

On the good side, the vet has now decided that she is up to a normal weight. She should be, after that last raid!