That's just reminded me of a BBQ we had a few summers ago. My son had his brand new BBQ that had a front panel that looked like the flight deck of the Concord, and a beautiful set of BBQ tools with which to produce sausages and beefburgers (no fish or veg kebabs, just the usual stuff).
Every time he turned over his sausages and put down the spatula on the low shelf, his labrador was lay underneath licking the juices off it until he picked it up and turned them over again. We were all crying laughing and he didn't have a clue. He dished out the burgers and sausages and sat down contentedly to find the dog had slurped half his lager, too 
I just had a buttered bun with some lettuce on it!
Surely not......
the lady was also nursing a parrot who had plucked out all his feathers, a three-legged and a one-eyed ancient dog. She was a marvel. Hamish grew into a VERY handsome cat. We adored him. By the way, forgot that his name included - 'three sheets' - because he used to like to be dried off with three sheets of kitchen towel when wet. When our granddaughter was small, she used to get The King's Speech To Announce 'All But The End Of Leasehold System' System'
