I'd made an extra batch of dog rusks and put them in a box with a good lid up high enough (so I thought) to be out of reach of the dogs. Went out to a meeting and came back to find box upside down on the floor, lid off, and Oliver and Aled just about to declare war over a rusk they both wanted! It's Oliver who must have stretched up, hit the box with his paw and got it onto the floor. As Annie used to say about her Ella (more or less - can't remember the exact words), SM doesn't keep Oliver down. Sometimes, though, I almost wish it would!

Kate, Oliver (who will have a reduced supper tonight to compensate for several missing rusks!) and Aled (who looked really reproachful when I confiscated a rusk he'd taken to his bed)