By the time he’d allowed the dog to explore all the smells he was interested in, and after fighting his way back upstairs heaving a reluctant Ben behind him, he was feeling slightly exhausted. Not content with his drinking session, Ben proceeded to pull him towards a cupboard in the corner which he scratched at pointedly. After wolfing down half a tin of dog food Arthur found inside, followed by a supply of biscuits, he looked up as if to enquire what was next.
Arthur groaned to himself. He could see it was going to be one of those nights. In the hour or so that followed, Ben gambolled around the room, hauling him along behind him while he decided what he could get up to next. By this time, Arthur, feeling the strain and mopping his forehead, called on Ben to give up and take a breather,
