I had to laugh when I saw this thatched dog running off with the sausages on the roof of an address in Great Chesterford, opposite where we were working. I thought that it would make an excellent and funny entry on my weekly chimney sweeping blog. I have seen a very similar thatched dog with sausages on a roof in Balsham, I really must take a photo of that one to compare it with the Great Chesterford example, the next time I’m working in Balsham. I think the Balsham example is on the thatched roof of a coffee shop, that used to be the village butchers’ shop, I will confirm this!

I couldn’t find any poems about the dog running off with the sausages, but I did find a funny poem about a sausage dog:

There once was a dog that was German,
whose legs didn’t grow quite as much as his sternum,
but this little guy was more than determined,
his personality was bold, stubborn and unconfined,
this Doxin never ever had a bedtime,
those pancake paws tackled each and every climb,
A pair of long bouncing ears and a spring for a spine,
always chasing and running behind,
you are my ween, and forever will be mine.