At home on sick leave waiting to retire, looking after daughters dog. The thing is sitting in front of the fridge just staring at the door. There's a half-a-polish sausage inside that nobody wants.
Shall I cave in and give it to the miniscule yapping hairy umpa -lumpa or make him trough his own scran?
He's already seen off his own weight in pork luncheon meat with sliced egg in the middle....greedy bastard.