Today My Mum brought a bag home from work that contained a bottle of milk. She put it on the doorstep while opening the door, then let me into the garden so that I could help myself to chicken feed.  Sorry, I've got that wrong.  That is what I did not what I should have done.  I was swiftly brought out of the garden so I decided to investigate the contents of the carrier bag.  I could vaguely hear the words 'leave it' but was far too busy removing the lid from the bottle to take notice.  I've never really understood what they mean by those words anyway.  
Unfortunately My Mum became aware of the glugging and the slurping and she took the milk off me but not before I'd managed to drink quite a lot.  It was a little gritty from the path but really 'twas YUM!