Crisps

Otis is my stubborn sausage dog.

Calling him out of the blue is like summoning tumbleweed..

Until I make the faintest crinkle from the cupboard, and he’s instantly on my lap.

Ultra obedient, tail wagging, eyes fixed on me like I hung the moon.

I chuckle as I stare back at his gaze.

And reach for another crisp as we both crunch away on the couch together.