He's Evicted MY Woodburner!!!

The Owner is up to something this morning and I have yet to understand what. I heard him come grumbling down the stairs this morning and put the kettle on, empty the tea pot and burp loudly. The excitement on my side of the door is mounting as the next stage in the process will be to open the door to the boot room and then let me up the garden to relieve the pressure a little before BREAKFAST! Nothing unusual so far you will be thinking, and you would be right. Kettle boiled, tea made, he wanders off into the lounge, more burping and...... well you don't want to know the other noises he made as he wandered off. As I am enjoying the breakfast chomp I can hear him in the lounge making noises at the wood burner. More excitement from me at the thought that the wood burner has been stoked up and will be roaring nicely when I have finished breakfast and go in to explore the living room and see what I may have missed on the lounge carpet last night that may be edible. There never is, but I live in hope. Nearly finished breakfast when I see The Owner come wandering past struggling under the weight of a big black metal box leaving a trail of dust on the carpet behind him which will probably command the attentions of that ruddy Dyson in a short while. I thought nothing of it, until I wandered into the living room..........and............no!........... IT'S GONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That metal box he was carrying was the wood burner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What is he doing????????????????? When we left for our morning patrol and the studio there was just an empty grate and a pile of ash where, until last night, was the object of much of my affection. Has he lost the plot again? I am beginning to think so!