I have been accused of animal abuse for owning a lurcher. Apparently, it was 'starving'. No, it's a fucking lurcher. They're made like that. Their ribs stick out, and they will steal and eat anything. Fortunately, it was a member of the public, not a plastic plod (it was also in the halcyon, pre-Blunkett days, so they hadn't been invented yet), so I just told him very loudly, and extremely close to his nose to fuck off. Didn't stop the daft bugger coming back and plopping two pounds of steak down in front of a very appreciative lurcher, who was not helping with it's sad-eyed gratitude routine. Damn dog spent the next two days laying on it's back farting and complaining about it's belly. Por-tip: don't get a lurcher, they're jerks.