Bored dogs will always get into mischief like chewing carpets and gnaw on
your dinner table leg.
Not exact matches
I would argue that a more realistic scenario includes whatever is in the walk - in on its last
leg, combined with whatever else needs to be used up thrown together, heated up and splayed out in hotel pans for anyone who wants to eat while they finish setting
tables or prepping for
dinner.
His goal for tonight; a first -
leg advantage and bragging rights at the
dinner table.
The restaurant serves a superb breakfast of local yoghurts, honeys, and irresistible pastries, while
dinner is a Mediterranean feast (try the
leg of lamb and the squid ink risotto) served around communal
tables.
At this point, it's like us Western SEGA Nerds are a sick, starving dog sitting hungrily next to the
dinner table hoping our obese, hairy owner will throw a chicken
leg our way but would happily settle for a few miserable scraps.
At the firm
dinner to celebrate my call to the bar, he put his hand on my
leg under the
table as we were eating.