After some 10 years, our elderly Chocolate Labrador, Jasper Montgomery Esquire, still puzzles us. Over the last month he has taken to lying at the edge of our terrace gazing upwards. My hypothesis was that it was an age thing and that was his favourite spot. Of a similar vintage myself, relatively speaking, I tend to gravitate to a particular leather chair at the slightest opportunity. “He just likes it there”, I opined.
My much smarter wife had already solved the mystery: he is waiting for the plums to ripen.
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