Binky

Binky was a Rottweiler, despite his name he lived to be 21 years old: that’s 147 in dog years. Go figure.
This is a story about Binky in his younger days. As Binky got older he did indeed get wiser, but as I said this isn’t what you’re about to read about. Binky was sitting on the lawn he owned and guarded. His master on occasion forgot to put him in the house at night. Binky was his own dog for those few hours. He would take the opportunity to sniff around and see what was to be seen. All the other dogs gave Binky a wide berth.
Binky was that kind of dog.
Now he sat licking his chops, anticipating the guy in the blue suit who carried the big bag.
Binky was a patient dog.
He sat and listened until he heard the footsteps he’d been waiting for. He sprang up and hid behind the hedge, chuckling to himself.
The man reached into his bag and pulled out some envelopes. At that exact moment Binky began barking as ferociously as he knew how--and Binky knew how.
Envelopes everywhere.
Binky ran around the back porch and laughed himself silly. He knew his master wouldn’t forget to put him indoors for a long, long time.