the new dog

Well the town has a new dog this year, as usual. Not a young dog. Reminds me a bit of Luna, my sister's dog. It was very shy at the beginning but, after a few handouts, warmed up considerably. I succumbed to a bag of Gravy Train (with bacon!). And now, whenever she (?) feels a bit peckish—once or twice a day or every other day, she trots over and signals her readiness for a smackerel of something. Mind you, she still prefers cookouts.