I just boiled some potatoes on the stove, if you want to know how my evening’s going. Bluey is on the verandah out back, sleeping on one of the chairs. Soon I’ll fetch his kibble from the container my mother keeps it in, in the garage. Then I’ll take it out to him in his bowl, place the bowl on the ground, and watch as he rushes over to it and starts eating. It’ll be gone in a matter of minutes.