Crisp

Bacon sandwiches always reminded her of her long deceased dog. Crisp was an amazingly clever dog. He was not of any fancy breed. In fact she found him starving on street. She had no idea how old the dog was but he was past his puppy yeras for sure. Maybe the street had made him more mature. She had spotted him in the alley next to the bin. Two gorgeous, clever eyes looked into her soul and she without any hesitation dug out her only bacon sandwich from her bag and offered it to him. He devoured it with pleasure which made her happy. Then she bid goodbye and went home. Next morning he surprised her at her door. Everyday he would appear in mornings and evenings with a mild bark at her door and she would feed him, everytime trying to pat him a abit. A month later he was already living in her kitchen, had his own mat and demaded every scrap of food she was eating. She adored him and took him with her everywhere she went.