The crumb is coming
Right… focus… this is it… the moment… any second now…
MAM is going to drop the most glorious, life-changing, five-star Michelin-level crumb known to dog kind.
I must remain still.
I must remain strong.
I must not blink. (Blinking is for amateurs.)
There! Was that a twitch?!
No… false alarm. Stay ready.
As a highly trained, extremely professional good boy, it is my duty—no, my honour—to hoover up that crumb the millisecond it hits the floor.
Not for me, of course… oh no… purely to assist Mam.
Cleaning services. Very important work.
Any moment now…
I can feel it.
The crumb is coming.
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