Bad Christian

Sam has one of his rare days in the office. He leaves home at 8.20am.

So, 8.25am. I am ready to head to the bakery to get some cake, but Brun decides he wants to go for a walk outside. He and Otto are at the front door when I go to leave for the bakery, noses together as if they are discussing some conspiracy.

So, I get Brun's lead and harness and I lead him outside into the glorious sunshine, but instead of waking he just stands there.

"Oh come on, I say. "Either walk, or I am going to the bakery." He just stands and gazes back at me. If he'd shrugged, I wouldn't have been surprised.

"Did you and Otto conspire to stop me going to the bakery?"

Brun looks away, I think I catch a guilty look on his face.

"Well?" I say. I wait, but he keeps looking in the other direction.

A woman walks past saying, "Isn't he adorable."

"Isn't he," I say.

"Well, I say.

But Brun doesn't look at me.

So, I wait for a few minutes and then I head back inside. Brun follows, slowly, sniffing everything on his way. I want to give him a push, but anyone who has bulldogs knows they can't be hurried along.

Not long after, I am at the bakery getting the last coffee scroll, after an apparent rush on them this morning.

Of course, I butter it when I get home. Fuck it. Lashing of butter. I make more coffee, naturally. I sit and enjoy both.