Sometimes I wonder if it is Biff that looks after me rather than the other way round. Last night, before I took him out for his late evening walk, he seemed to be staring intently at the wood burner, which struck me as odd as he's never paid any attention to it before.
I returned ten minutes later to find a pungent smell of burning in the petit salon and small plumes of smoke wafting in front of the log burner. It took me a while to figure out that the rug in front of the fire was actually smouldering. Good job I discovered that before bedtime!

Seems like a lucky escape there thanks to Biff.
Dogs do appear to have a highly developed 6th sense that we "allegedly" superior humans lack.
Ray