Never Let Go

I love chews. My best friend forever Dolly used to get one chew stick every day. Being her friend, I had an excellent argument trying to convince mum to give me chews too. I only used to get chews maybe once a week before I knew Dolly.

Once I get a chew, I carry it with me everywhere, sometimes even outside on bedtime walkies. If I can, I sneak it into bed with me, but that’s where mum draws the line. This is me checking out something outside the window. With my chew.

Leftover fillet of beef for dinner. Life is good!