I don’t know if he’d been a hunting dog in his previous life, but he sure was happy he and I were up at four in the morning!
The old dog had no intention of going back to bed, so we conversed a little while I drank my coffee before making myself some lunch to take with for later. As I was getting ready for my early outing into the woods, I made myself a sandwich. Peanut Butter and Jelly, nothing fancy.
I finished making my sandwich and left it on the table, while I turned to put the sandwich-making essentials away. When I turned back in a few seconds, the table was empty of my sandwich, and a Brittany sat very nearby with his widely panting mouth grinning, and his sparkling eyes asking for another.
So, I took out the sandwich stuff again, made another and made sure it was placed in safe distance from the grinning Brittany thief, for whom I couldn’t hold back a sleepy smile, while I put the ingredients away again and got my lunchbox. Thankfully, when I turned back, my sandwich was still there and so was the happy Brittany. Was it all just an early morning delusion?
Stevie was happy to provide me still with the enthusiastic Brittany dance when I got back home, even though I didn’t have another sandwich to offer.
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