I had to see what was behind that door. I was never a quiet dog, you know, with howling at the moon and all that. If I was ever to learn that quality it would have to be now. So...
I eased the handle on the door. It was cold and heavy and badly in need of an oil. I gave it one more pull and the door inched open. It was a freezer door... All I could see in the dark was box after box of icecreams. If Portia had been in there she would be dogcicle by now. Where could she be? She certainly wasn't behind this door.
Copyright Rachel Bradshaw 1999.