In to Victoria by 10 to bottle two batches of wine. Back to bowl at 1. The MacLeans, won. Some paper work. Watched the news, Outlander, then Born on the First of July.

  I inched forward until I was at the bone; I gave it a tentative lick, oh was it good! Unable to restrain myself I fell on it and started chewing.  There were tiny morsels stuck to it I ate them with abandon; I was enjoying my first taste of real meat.

  Bernice watched me, then she carefully lay down and after a bit I fell asleep, I woke up once and found myself pressed close to her warm body, I snuggled tighter and went back to sleep.

  The next day my lady was back, she let out a loud “ Oh no!”  when she looked in my crate.  The man who had accompanied her hurried over and when he saw the empty crate he left quickly and in a moment the whole area was flooded with light.  They wandered about calling out, “Here puppy, puppy, come on puppy.”  I sat and watched for a moment then remembering the bone I found it and dragged it over to one corner and started chewing once more. Bernice sat up and yawned then when she spotted me with the bone said, “That’s enough, it is mine you know.” She leaned forward to take it – what a grump.

  I growled fiercely then for the first time in my life I barked, it startled her and she drew back so I barked at her again. She sort of shrugged then turned to watch the two humans.  They must have heard my barks because they both hurried over.  By this time I was chewing again and throwing in a few growls for good measure.  It was rather weird because they both stared for a moment then started laughing.  It was hardly a laughing matter, I was hungry and I had laid claim to the only food in sight.