Given that time was a factor historical in this life and death situation, was it strictly necessary to cook the sausage first?
Man's best friend, though far from the dumbest animal, isn't that smart either. And if there's one sure-fire way to get a dog moving, it's the promise of a snack. In another fine example of drones being used as a force for good, this week a dog was rescued from mudflats in Hampshire on the south coast of England because it …
I don't know about dogs liking cucumber, but my cat (or rather the cat that owns me) likes olives, sundried tomato, chinese meals with sechuan pepper, moroccan with harissa, etc. Actually it seems to be anything well spiced, even the accompanying vegetables. When he is in a good mood, he stands on his hind legs to beg for a piece of trout but if you don't offer it quickly enough, he will rip your arm off.
I used to have an absolutely mental cat who loved Doritos - they did make him fart horrendously. He loved milk (the cow stuff that's not good for them, not the made-for-kitties stuff) and you had to hold him back from the bowl you were pouring the milk into as he was so impatient to drink it he'd start before you'd finished pouring and end up with it all over his head. He also once ate up some orange jelly that had contained pieces of mandarin. His brother developed a taste for Bailey's Irish Cream Whiskey and would drink neat rum if he could get at it.
Yeah I forgot to say my cat also loves Doritos and any other crisps with spices on them - the hotter and spicier the better. Likewise as you say with the milk. I believe cats are OK with milk as long as they are used to it but once they start on it you need to keep supplying it in order to maintain the appropriate gut biome. If you stop for more than a few days you have to build them up to it again, very slowly.
Thankfully, he doesn't like alcohol at all and the only way to get him off the table at meal times is to stick a glass of wine (or something stronger) under his nose. Anything else is treated as an invitation to stay. I know people say you should never let your cat on the table but when they are armed with a series of half-inch razor blades, you don't argue.
Given that the maximum weight the drone can carry is one sausage, I think they really should just call themselves Denmead Drone Search, as they're not going to be hauling you to safety with the thing.
The name might work if they do emergency snack deliveries when you're slightly peckish, and rescue you from hunger pangs. .
I think this makes a tremendous occasion to define a new El Reg standard unit: the drone average payload, equalling one
cooked* Aldi standard sausage.
*Cooking obviously evaporates some of the sausage's water, so it's weight variation should be taken into consideration.
The radio news claimed that Millie ate half the sausage and nearly broke the drone.
Still it is nice to know that the UK is still a nation of dog lovers, even in these troubled times, some things are important to maintain the illusion of calm competence and superiority that is so essential to the British way of life.