Lucy Loses the Sausage

Lucy, the pug, usually likes to spend time in the kitchen when her owner is cooking.

From time to time a small piece of cheese will be thrown her way, and if she is quick enough to beat young Jeremy, she eats it up quickly. Yum!


At other times something falls on the floor accidentally. Old George tells her about the time their owner was carrying a plate of salmon rissoles to the table. Miraculously, and happily, all of the rissoles slid from the plate onto the floor, for no apparent reason. "What a feast that was!" George tells his companions. "Yum!"


That was before Lucy was born, and she really doesn't believe him. Yesterday though, her owner was cooking four sausages. Suddenly the smallest sausage landed on the floor right in front of Lucy's nose. It smelt so good!


However, just as Lucy was about to take the sausage in her sharp little teeth, a human hand reached down and snatched it back. She was annoyed, but that is not the end of the story.


As the day wore on she found opportunities to sit at the feet of her owner. At such times she would casually talk about her day...


"What happened to the sausage?"


Later, in front of the television, as her owners watched and discussed the television news, Lucy was keen to contribute...


"What happened to the sausge?"


Last thing at night her owner took the pugs down stairs to their beds. Just before lights out Lucy made eye contact to say her last words for the day, as she always did ...


"What happened to the sausage?"


Next morning, the pugs were eager to greet the day as the sun was already shining. Their owners had slept in because it was a Sunday. When the door was opened Lucy ran up the stairs as usual and started to enjoy her day in the big house.


"Hello, Lucy!" her owner said.

"What happened to the sausage?" Lucy said.

"Lucy! You are like a dog with a bone," her owner replied.


That gave Lucy an idea. The rest of the day she spent happily chewing her bone.


She chewed it ...

and chewed it...

and chewed it ..

and chewed it.


She chewed her bone with such complete concentration

that she forgot all about the sausage

and everything was quiet in the household again.

Apart from the sound of chewing, that is!