It’s certainly piqued our curiosity — where the puppy food comes from. A mysterious woman appears at the side of the nursery and removes our mother. She opens a door and mother is gone. Then the woman smooths the pad in our pool and sets a table with a divided crystal bowl. It contains a delicious meal that we happily consume. She comes to us four times a day at just the times we are hungriest. Today we could hear her before we saw her. We could hear a clinking sound of metal against glass.
You know, Holmes, we’ll never figure out where the food comes from if you don’t get off of me.
Sorry, my good man. It seemed the right thing to do.
. . . TO BE CONTINUED . . .