They say dogs are a man’s best friend. As I stared at the dog curled at my feet, I figured it was true. It hadn’t left my side for a moment, except to scratch at the door - cue for wanting to go pee, which it did outside. Whatever this dog was, it was home trained. I wondered, not for the first time where it came from and what brought it to my doorstep. Alright, Maggi’s doorstep, but you get the general picture.
I yawned and stretched. It was getting late, and I was getting hungry. Food wasn’t going to magically appear in front of me, so the earlier I looked for something to eat, the better for me.
The dog raised its head and glanced at me. I had poured some milk into a bowl for him earlier, and it had slurped it all up. I knew it was still hungry, but there was no cooked food in the ho
