Tuesday

After food shopping I drop my friend off at her house. She kindly gives me a large portion of Victoria sponge and I look forward to eating it with a cup of coffee.

When I get home I find Isis behind the front door. She often lies there to wait for me if I go out without her. She is fast asleep and, of course, doesn’t hear the the keys jangling or the front door close quite loudly a few centimetres behind her.

I put my hand carefully in front of her nose without touching her. She soon picks up my scent and we exchange enthusiastic greetings.

Dumping the two bags in the kitchen I give her a tasty treat which she takes away to eat in her bed in the back room.

Suddenly there is a barrage of loud, angry yips coming from the back room. Isis must have lost a bit of her treat. This surprises me. I always give her bite-sized pieces so that she can eat them in one mouthful. I rush in to find it for her.

But she is not looking for the remnants of her treat. She is ferreting frantically inside a torn plastic bag. She is searching for the last mouthful of my Victoria sponge.

Great.

Isis came from the Aeza cat and dog rescue and adoption centre in Aljezur, Portugal. For information about adopting an animal from the centre, contact kerry@aeza.org or  www.dogwatchuk.com