Be my guest

When the whippet drags you into the pub and is welcomed with dog biscuits from her own supply then you know you have truly educated a pub dog. However, when she sets sights on your pint the line has to be drawn.

Especially as this was a well earned interval following on from a few hours stood at the side of the pitch watching Eve and the rest of her football team put on the best performance yet (Eve is really getting the hang of being a defensive reinforcer and is just a few weeks away from launching a few two-footed "reducers" I reckon). Then it was a visit to the recycling centre before a lengthy and sociable dog walk.

Now the leg of lamb has been demolished, Ruby has gone off with her boyfriend, Eve has gone off with her pal, Mrs Smith is watching a hysterical historical film and FIFA 12 beckons for me and Joe. All good.