Buster and Robert have been up to some new tricks. When we collect the eggs in the morning we pop them in a tray in our laundry well back on the shelf. We’ve noticed of late that they seemed to be going down rather more quickly than we expected. I thought Ken had developed a new rabid appetite for omelettes and he thought I was stocking up post apocalypse levels of home made lemon curd (which reminds me to make some more actually).

Once we’d ruled these endeavours out we decided we had to find out what was happening. So after Ken brought the eggs in this morning, we hid in the utility room to see what was happening in the laundry. After 10 minutes or so, Robert and Buster came in. It was obvious that Buster was after eggs as he started whining and looking up at the shelf. Robert was his usual imperturbable self. Next thing we knew, Buster climbed on Roberts back, got hold of an egg very gently and jumped down. As soon as he’d done this, Robert mugged him - and by the time we got into the Laundry both dogs - well - had egg on their faces!

This is not the first time Buster has been egg hunting. Last week we found he’d broken into the chicken run and found an egg that has been laid in the nettles (must have been Prudence - she’s the only one daft enough). Ken found him happily chomping away on the shell round the back of the compost heap.

Puppies eh? Who’d have ‘em?