Waiting for any crumb to land on the floor, I knew our furry friend would hoover up the mess up.
Our black working Cocker Spaniel Che, now six, was obsessed with food.
And he would try and get his paws on anything he could.
Even if me and my husband Rich, now 37, tried our best to lock him out of the kitchen.
Quite a little character himself, forever bursting with bundles of energy, Che never slowed down.
So much so, he had coined the nickname Che the Crazy Cocker over the years, too.
And his obsession with treats meant that
