Last night we had a surprise visit from Tigger who stopped off on his way home from spending the New Year at his place in France. His Mum was a bit concerned that he hadn't eaten his dinner earlier in the evening, so she brought it into the house for him to munch on whilst she had a cup of coffee.
Now who would prefer to eat their dinner (biscuit and sightly smelly pilchards by this point) or charge about in the garden having fun? Tigger chose the latter, so while I distracted him playing chase on the lawn (it was tricky in the dark) Murphy tucked into his dinner! Tigger didn't seem to mind at all, he was having too much fun with me!
Murphy seemed to enjoy the extra meal, but although it made his breath a bit fishy, eating greyhound biscuit doesn't seem to have made him run any faster. Perhaps he needs a bit more ....
