Dinner time

Elvis is eating his dinner in the entrance hall, Ted looks around, checks all the entrances, checks all the doors are closed, thinks about eating his dinner. Stops. Does it all again, and then eats his own dinner.
Meanwhile Elvis has eaten his dinner in two seconds flat. He hasn’t tasted it, it didn’t hit the sides, but he’s a Labrador!
Today was warmer, we did our usual walks, horse breakfasts and dinner etc and then spent a good few hours chopping and splitting logs. I’m starting to hate this task but it’s nice when it’s done!