Got back from work, and within 5 minutes Brody had executed 2 huge no-no forms of behaviour. Number 1) Steve was preparing tea for us - he was going to have the left over roast chicken from yesterday, and I was to have the left over chilli. (You can see where this is going, can't you). Steve carefully arranged his left over roast chicken pieces on his plate, with the best white chicken breast pieces taking pride of place on the edge of the plate, and the slightly less scrumptious but still completely edible redder meat on the inside. He positioned the plate - rather thoughtlessly in hindsight - on his plate mat on the edge of the dinner table. If he knew that a pair of beady eyes and twitching nostrils were just inches away he would not have performed the next action. Steve TURNED AWAY WITH HIS BACK TO THE CHICKEN and continued to warm up my chilli. A slight scuffle and chair scrape was heard, followed by the ominous swallowing sound (no chewing involved obviously) and Steve swung back round to see a rather empty plate and Brody licking his lips with a satisfied gleam in his eye. Loud shouting ensued, followed by the back door slamming.
When Steve had got over this startlingly cheeky behaviour, he let Brody back in, only for Brody to execute big no-no number 2) He slunk into the living room, straight onto the settee and settled down quite cosily. More loud shouting ensued, followed by the back door slamming.
We've both decided that Brody will learn nothing from these episodes other than thinking to himself "I'm not touching that boiled chicken rubbish ever again - gimme roast every time."
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