Well done Yorky! Kitty has nothing on you. I can see a feast in the offing for you and Fred and Jock if you find and invite him. Even for the three of you, though, eating all that could lead to upset stomach. Maybe invite more lads. I would. Enjoy, though. I know you will.
Yorky, what you lack in size you gain in stealth…good on you pup!
Sausage patrol completed !
Fred, if you aren’t careful you’re going to have an upset tummy … and then the Dears will take you to the dreaded V. E. T.; better not eat all of those sausages!
What I love about this cartoon is how Fred and all his buddies can live in an area, play and wander and not have to worry about being hit by cars!
Don’t think I want to patronize a Butcher’s shop that leaves its front door wide open so that cats and dogs can come in and steal whatever they want. I’m also sure that the place is buzzing with flies, gnats and other creepy crawlies too.
The butcher always leaves the door open and turns his back to it. At least he could shut the door and keep the flies out along with Yorky.
The butcher seems to have as little sense as Mrs. Dear.
But Fred, raw sausage is bleagh!
I wonder how many thousands of sausages Fred and his friends have filched over the years? Also, I would think that by now the butchers would have learned to at least keep their front doors closed, and the Dears would not leave plates of sausages within Fred’s reach! It’s not Fred’s (or his friends’) fault: they’re just being dogs and doing dog things. Others have provided the temptation.
Sausage heaven now. Sick tomorrow!