... of crackling plastic from the kitchen that needs investigating. As I arrive, I see a tail disappearing out the door into the garden.
I grab a bag of treats and follow. Sure enough, as I feared, Rona has snatched an open packet of cheese slices. I thought I had pushed them to the back of the worktop but she is getting to the size where, on her hind legs, most things are in reach.
I worry what a whole pack of cheese will do to her digestion. I needn't have. The cheese slices, still in a single block, have slid out of their pack and are lying on the lawn. I pick them up and dust them down - only a few bits of earth and grass. They'll be fine.
Rona in the meantime, is lying on the far side of the garden contentedly chewing the hard plastic packet and threatens to run off with it as I approach.
I use the magic phrase "Rona, treat". All thought of cheesy plastic immediately forgotten, she is at my side in a flash, sitting dutifully.
Treat given, pack retrieved (just about usable), cheese and pack returned to the fridge and order restored.
