The accidental animal-ist

I came home last night, like you do, and walked straight into the kitchen. Expecting a sandwich, I opened the fridge only to see a lot of sausages.

Fine - I like sausages.

Then I turned around to see a weird small mattress with a slightly yellow stain marking the center.

Great - what the hell is that?

Of course - I didn't get too long to think before in comes this bounding blur of white, slobber and a dog bone.

"Welcome home honey. This is our new dog. Her name is Lucy."