I love my dog. Tommy’s so very refined. He’s not content to gnaw at his bones in just any location. He likes to dine in the best places, where his dining experience will be enhanced with aromas and flavours befitting of any good foodie worth his salt. He selects the greenest, most dense thyme plant of the herb patch, drops his bone right in the centre, before relaxing down to the ground to pick it up and, with a good helping of the best my kitchen garden has to offer, chew away and really enjoy his meal. So impressive, such class, don’t you think?

Afternoon tea (well, t-bone perhaps?)