It was later in the evening. They were cooking dinner, watching telly. Nothing special. She was on the way feeding their foster dog. It was already dark outside, when she opened the door and called their little Princess. “Poppy, it's dinner time. Come on sweetheart. Dinnertime.” The little red nose pit bull came wagging her tale to her. As soon as Poppy entered the small light skittle shining out of their small paradise castle, she could see her big happy smile. This smile filled her heart, the warmth running through her whole body. Poppy moved straight to her feeding bowl, just for checking than turned around to give one of her countless kisses to her best mate, than moving back to her food, sniffing and leaving the house. Big Buddy must have been outside, too. He was lying in front of their doorstep, winging. Asking and begging for entry and food. This ever hungry crazy boy.
“Have you fed her?”
“Yes, I did.”
“And him”
“No … I'll just give him than some, too.”
“Why? This are their dogs. I don't want to feed them every day. When there are not here, no worries, but, that”s their job.”
“But they are giving us food, too.”
“Doesn't matter. They are at home. This are their dogs. Why should we spent money on them. We just spend thirty dollars for dog food this week.”
“But we are using their cars, too.”
“And we are putting fuel in it, too.”
“True.”
She stood up closing the door. Both dogs were outside. Hungry.