As you may have known from a previous post, I was at a barbecue party thing last night with my sister and her husband. Her dog was also there. Anyway we had a lot of food on a coffee table, one of my brother-in-laws cousins got up from the couch to pee, and I guess he was drunk AF cuz he tripped and fell. In the ensuing chaos the little scruffy fuck had stolen two sausages from a tray before my sister, who was less than a foot away, could grab him. It was like he biding his time.
He was quite pleased with himself, my sister less so.
I once witnessed a dog carrying a whole hog’s head that she likely stole from a butcher up the road. Her back paws were practically hovering from the weight of it.