Gloomy Wednesday: RB’s Turn


Balthazar limped into the kitchen, sniffing the floor for crumbs. His paw was still aching. He was still starving. And Willem hadn’t come home last night. After two rounds around the kitchen floor and one squeeze in between the chairs to check under the table, Balthazar went out the doggie door.

Nose to the ground, he began to sniff.

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