Like any great puppy, Fate is a nightmare sometimes, she has explored every inch of the house and discovered the good tissues and trash in the trash cans and the plastic water bottles in the recycling bin. She gets them and hides them all over the house – beneath my study desk, under the sofas, behind tables and chairs. She loves the sound she makes when she chews and crunches them, it is loud and distinctive. When she has reduced the bottles to pulp she abandons them and goes to her stash for another. I have never seen her get a bottle or hide it.