Lost Breakfast

As you all know, the Servants have to prioritise in this household which means that the moment the alarm goes off I leap out of bed, go straight to the kitchen, past the previously filled kettle to flip on the switch and to put Maddys food on a plate and present it to her as she walks out of the sitting-room, blinking sleepily.

This morning the Man Servant managed to get out of bed at a reasonable hour so breakfast for us was going to be a bit early and he cut a couple of slices of left over roast beef for me to enjoy with my fried egg. Maddy of course got her fair share of sliced beef after her own breakfast and then I took her out to do her toileting. It was dark and foggy out at that time of morning and I usually go out first to make sure the coast is clear for her and then she will venture out by the light of my torch, taking her own sweet time.  I stood there in the dark and cold with my torch lighting up the toilet area for her pleasure - there was much scrabbling under the bushes but Maddy whipped past me whilst my back was turned and slipped back inside. I was left standing there like an idiot.   Eventually I gathered that I had been  fooled....  and came in to find her in the kitchen partaking of my piece of breakfast beef, stolen off my plate.  As you can see in the photo ... she had almost finished it by then!