This is one of the dogs...

...that guards the hens...

...that lay the eggs...

...that we eat...

So I had to go to the tax office to get some papers for my forthcoming naturalisation meeting. As the papers referred to the business I went upstairs to the business department. They told me to go downstairs. I went downstairs only to be told it was upstairs that would deal with this. Guess where she went to get my papers.