I think this country living is having unexpected effects upon me. I have broken out in random niceness, and worse still I have, gawd I can’t believe I am writing this, but I fear I have become A DOG PERSON.
This morning, I was making toast for breakfast when I looked into Augie’s big brown sad eyes (do all golden retriever dogs have long sad faces or is it just our dog?) and popped another piece of bread into the toaster for him.
I also spread it with cholesterol lowering margarine.
And cut it into four neat squares before giving it to Augie.