Murphy's obviously feeling better - having ignored his foodball for about a week (he gets half his dried food in his bowl and half in this ball that he pushes round with his nose to empty - supposed to keep him occupied) he decided he was hungry and he'd have another go at it.
Unfortunately this was at midnight last night and we - I - was awoken but a succession of polite "ahem"-type barks at 12.10am. Curious and a little forboding I trotted off downstairs and had to rescue the foodball from where it had got stuck under a bookcase. I did so in some exasperation and went back to bed. There followed a series of clatters and bumps as he battered it round the living room again, then silence.... followed by more polite barks... You gotta hand it to him, he's persistant - after another six or seven muted barks I had to go back down and rescue it from under the dining table!
Having learnt my lesson I emptied it out for him and went back to bed. I'm not stupid!!!
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