When I was on holiday in Turkey last week we stayed in small hotels in country areas, and all of them kept hens, who clucked around the garden eating leftovers and any insects they could find.  Two of the hotels also had resident dogs, who lazed around during the heat of the day.  When we arrived at the first one I wnated to say hello to the dog. My husband warned me to take care in case the dog was snappy.  Not a chance, he simply rolled over in that great dog tradition to allow me to rub his belly – this was the only dog in the whole trip who maybe needed a fat burner. All the others were really skinny.