When I was in my teens, we had a corgi and a black labrador. They got on pretty well, despite the height difference. In fact, they got on so well that they developed a double act between them and used this to their own advantage. Behind out house was a bungalow. One nice, sunny Sunday in early autumn, the dogs were nowhere to be seen. My mother went all over the place, calling their names. Nothing. Then, up the lane, just next to the bungalow's gate, the two dogs appeared looking very, very sheepish. They slunk towards her, both licking their lips and the labrador trying his very best to crawl along on his stomach. They looked so guilty! Apparently, the owners of the bungalow had opened a window. It was about lunch time and they had put a freshly-roast chicken on this window-sill, to cool down. Good place on a warm day - why not? Well, there were two greedy dogs around, that's why not! The labrador had used his height to grab the chicken off the window-sill and they both used their combined talents to gobble up the whole chicken between them. No chicken for the good folk in the bungalow that day! Mum felt really embarrassed about the whole thing, but she did find the sight of the labrador crawling past her with his stomach almost flat on the ground, averting his eyes, something to laugh about for a long time after.
