Yesterday was my birthday so I decided to take the day off work and spend quality time with my boy Mason.
The plan was to enjoy a good long walk but the gale force winds curtailed that so in the afternoon having braved the storms for a half hour we came back to the house and I decided to pop out to the local pet shop to buy him some treats.
I returned to his usual waggy welcome and duly handed over a pigs ear while putting on the coffee.
Strangely he left it untouched in the hall and disappeared.
Five minutes later, coffee brewed I prepared to sit down and enjoy the individual Thornton's birthday cake one of my friends had given me to celebrate my big day, but it was nowhere to be found.
As I stood staring at the kitchen counter wondering of senility had finally kicked in (I had just turned 37) a suspicion began to trickle in.
I went into the bedroom and lying on my bed was Mason, surrounded in crumbs and a torn cake box!
Did I explode with anger, send him to bed with no supper, or even offer a stern lecture. No...one look at his waggng tail and ridiculous grin sent me into fits of laughter which made any row pointless.
Lesson learned...next time put temptation well out of the way!