Man's best friend

I was getting ready to do my Sunday lunch (a barbecue-chickeny sort of thing you do in the oven) and had just put it down on the stack of storage boxes after peeling the plastic film lid off the foil tray. I turned around to check the oven and when I turn back, one of the dogs has appropriated my lunch for its own dark purposes and I am left to lunch upon a tin of sweetcorn.

Thanks, dog. Thog.