The boss is dehydrating liver and baking liver biscuits for the two terrier's treat box. One terrier, Minnow lies on her bed knowing that the treats will arrive in due course while the other terrier just can't wait.
Barney has his nose pressed to the, fortunately well insulated, range cooker door happily tormenting himself with the smell and looking for all the world like one of the 'Bisto Gravy' kids.
It's hell down there at floor level you know, when humans treat you like this.
What about my canine rights then?