I have just knocked a pot of rice (cold, luckily) onto the floor with my fat bum hip while reaching for another chocolate biscuit. Obviously this was the fault of someone else, man or mil, despite my being alone in the kitchen at the time. My question, however, is whether IABU in expecting the pug, a dog that cost far too much, to eat the spillage? Its look of baffled condescension infuriates me, especially as it will hoover up any mince ground fillet steak with supersonic efficiency.