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My breakfast this morning featured leftover smoked salmon, and when I brought it down into the office, the dog told me piteously that she hadn't been fed for weeks. Then this evening, I made brownies - it's one of the things I have to do when I visit - and didn't hear the oven beep. Dog came running upstairs "come and look at this! quick!" and led me into my dad's room, but then she remembered no, the exciting thing wasn't in here, it's downstairs, so she said "it's downstairs, come downstairs, you have to come and see this!" and raced downstairs. By the time I got to the bottom she was standing at the kitchen door wuffing her special "Something weird is happening!" wuff, and sure enough, the oven was beeping. What a clever dog, no?

She didn't get any brownies, despite some very broad hints and her most ingratiating grin. She made me come into the garden to look at the frogs instead. If she can't have brownies, why should I get to sit around stuffing my face, huh?