I ask Bentley if I can have a picture with him. He calls me into the kitchen. I am honored.
We box up the leftovers and hope the kitchen is open when we get back to HSH as we do not have a refrigerator. In no particular hurry we find our way down the stairs telling Bentley we will be back. We head back down the lane. No Limits is even more hopping and things are starting to pick up over at PeeWees. We look at each other and turn right headed to Home Sweet Home.
The kitchen is closed when we get back and we don’t see anyone about. Without a fridge we make a truly dogmanitarian sacrifice. Sorry, Bentley, tomorrow the street dogs of Negril will eat like kings.
Neither one of us has had a full nights sleep since Wednesday. We are feeling it. We wind down and are laying on the bed, Sweetie Pies head on my chest. “I have a poem for you Sweetie, do you want to let me up?” “No, Sweetie, I want you to stay right here where I’m close to your heart.” I reach up and turn off the light. We sleep the sleep of the justified.
