I'm really close to getting nicked by the RSPCA here.
Look, I feed it with Tesco's finest
shite meat pouches every day.
It was outside yowling just now...as usual..so I let it saunter in in its usual
'get out me way style'.
It nibbles at its bowl of freshly opened nosh, turn me back, and 2 minutes later its in the friggin' pedal bin, presumably cus it sniffed a bit of pork fat that I lobbed in there last night whilst cutting the Sunday roast.
I've just re-launched it, and its bowl of grub.
How I wish the owld biddy next door had had a dog as a pet instead of this rancid flea bag.