Benny’s POV
I walk into the kitchen and set about starting the coffee machine before pouring some dog food into Pippa’s new bowl that I’ve set up by the door, the heavy paws of the rottweiler heading my way as soon as the biscuits hit the metal dish. As she appears around the door, I scratch behind her ears, crouching down as she licks my face, before looking at her bowl, then at me.
‘Go on girl’ I urge her, ‘eat your breakfast.’
With my permission, the dog starts to eat, clearing the bowl before ambling back into the living room to no doubt curl back up in her bed. Standing up, I wash my hands before setting about digging through my refrigerator for some breakfast ideas. I Pull out eggs and bacon, before I turn on the stove and take out a frying pan, splashing some oil in it and placin
