The mutt

The red sun was setting west of the Pyrenees; we sat down to supper. Plates of an assortment of charcuterie and cheeses were spread out on a table with home-made jams and pickles.

This was a supper set for a man of some standing, I myself I am just a simple man of meat and two veg, will do for me every time. There was ham  from Byonne, duck breast from Gers,salami from Spain.    

As I got myself ready to part take of the meal that was placed in front of me, I took off my glasses, I need them just for reading, if you know me you would see I have them  perched on the ridge of my nose.

I took of my specs and placed them on my knee, I leaned forward  to t help myself to the plate of the meats, somehow temperary forgetting my specs I had placed on my left knee.  

There was a loud crunch, I looked down at the mutt and saw him  munching away on my glasses, he had already in silence,chewed  the handles.

He thinks I am a dog, I was allowed to open his mouth and retrieve all the broken glass. He looked very sheepishly as if the say, I just want to look smart.

I am  without my own specs, till I get home. I have been loaned a pair.

 

Mike