Aristotle

L-R: New, Old

It was a hot evening. And the Old one was slumped lazily in his favorite spot. The master walked out with glorious pieces of bread in her hands. The Old one was given a fair share of the breads. But alas the master walked back inside with a big enough piece. There is a New comer and she wonders if the New comer loves breads as much as the Old one. She bend down gently trying to position the bread within reach of the New comer, when unbeknown to anyone, the slick Old one coolly walked in and swiftly plucked the last piece of bread from the masters hand and walked out again. As if that's the most natural thing to do.

i have the most adorable canine