I know I get fed rather well at home and I manage to score my fair share of treats but I still enjoy foraging for my own breakfast out on the streets. Some might say it’s a bad habit I’ve acquired somehow or perhaps it’s just in my genes.

The best day for found food is Sunday mornings. I live near a park where lots of people like to picnic and party on fine Saturday evenings. You wouldn’t believe the wonderful things I have found abandoned there. In my little breakfast journal I have recorded: Pizza, sausages, roast chicken, whole rounds of cheese, chips , burger patties, sandwiches, ice-cream cones and frozen yoghurt tubs. I could go on but I don’t want to bore you.

It seems that even though humans are bigger than us they have a much smaller stomach that fills easily. By contrast, I don’t think I have ever been so full that I can’t eat something else. So what the humans don’t eat they mostly just drop it on the ground and leave it for us dogs to clean up after them. Another thing that humans do is eat whilst walking. Very clever you might say, but it means they drop crumbs and scraps of food after them which are again left for the dogs to clean up. We dogs never eat whilst walking because the thought of wasting any food is abhorrent to us.

“A Dog’s Breakfast” might be a term with negative connotations but if we dogs didn’t indulge in it, your streets would be covered with rotting food.

(Image courtesy artur84/freedigitalphotos.net)