I go hunting for truffles

Strangely, there are some dogs who have to work for a living.This sounds a somewhat bizarre idea to me, but I thought I’d give it a go and help Linda and David out. It seems my meals of free-range chicken and other goodies work out quite expensive.


I decided that I would be quite good at hunting out truffles —people have often complimented me on my nose. I’ve heard that truffles are sold at places like Harrods and David sometimes uses them when cooking special meals, so I guess they are rather up-market things. Although I wasn’t quite sure what a truffle looks or smells like, or indeed how fast it runs, I had a go and snuffled around the garden a bit. I found a couple of lizards, a few wine corks and a biscuit I’d somehow overlooked, but no truffles. Apparently even a small truffle can fetch several hundred Euros — that would have bought me some rather tasty treats.

Then Ferny told me that they usually use pigs to sniff out truffles,

so I went off the idea.