Oooh, I did a good one!

Last evening I was invited into the front room as usual.  Whilst My Mum was busy moving my bed (which I get a bit over-amorous with at that time of day) and shutting the stair gate so that I couldn't get upstairs, and Billy was comfortably reclining on the sofa, I spied a plastic box containing one rather yummy-looking, homemade, chocolate chip cookie.  Within the blink of an eye, the click-down lid that had thwarted My Mum a little earlier when she was offering a cookie to Sue was off and I was working my way through the cookie. Oooh, 'twas YUM!

Sadly, this counts as a norty, and therefore there was a consequence.  I was put back in the kitchen and had to stay there til bedtime.  Never mind, I got to eat the last cookie and they didn't!  

The other day I did what passes for a BIG norty!

I helped myself to some delicious roast chicken from the carcass whilst it was being served up. It had been roast with lemon and fresh garlic, and truly 'twas YUM!

I was told off, but My Mum was strangely subdued in her chastisement. Apparently, cooked chicken bones can be very dangerous for a dog and could pierce my insides and allsorts and she was worried that this might be what would see me off.  That was Sunday, this is Tuesday and I'm still here to tell the tale so methinks I've proved that it's perfectly acceptable for me to eat roast chicken wings.