I suspect that she is supplementing her diet, because our next door neighbour keeps hanging balls of grease and nuts in his bushes for the birds, and he keeps finding the empty nets on the ground very soon afterwards. Also, around the fire at night strange and terrible smells circulate, causing the three of us to hurl unkind accusations at each other before glaring at Porridge, who is pretending to be asleep.
In spite of this, I felt that she deserved a treat. So when the purveyor of the expensive biscuits sent me a free voucher because I had spent such a lot of money with them, I raced to their shop, determined to spend the exact value of the voucher and certainly no more .
And then I saw it.
I could hear Mysweet's voice in my imagination shouting "Cherche.. Pink Piggie!!", and hurling it across the room. You will gather (correctly) from this that Porridge is a bi-lingual dog.
I thought it would make a nice change from chicken, which is our usual meaty toy.
Luckily Darling D was there to take photos of the historic and joyful meeting between the three parties concerned.