My favorite food is bacon. One sniff of it frying in a pan and I’m all over the kitchen getting in everyone’s way until someone throws me a piece of it. I swear I’d give up all of my beefy chew sticks for one whole slice of bacon. Next to digging holes in the yard or chasing squirrels up a tree, a slice of bacon makes my day. What? Oh, didn’t anyone tell you? I’m a dog. A big dog. A very big dog.
My owner’s ex-wife dumped me after the divorce, and since he couldn’t take care of me I’m living with a very nice lady and her mother. Clara Quinn’s her name. The young lady, not her mother. Her mother’s name is Jessica, though everyone calls her Jessie. She’s a bit of a fusspot, but we get along okay. Jessie, I mean. Not Clara.