We sometimes go to Rayners Lane to buy a big 10 kilo sack of rice, some vegetables for making curry, and then to the Medina Butcher for a kilo of diced lamb.
When buying meat from the butcher we’d ask for “a bone for the dog” and they would wrap up a couple in a blue carrier bag.
Timothy KNEW that the bag was for him. he knew what going to that butcher’s meant. After a few times, he even knew how to GET to the butchers from outside Rayners Lane tube station.
Rayners Lane is a busy and dirty dump of a place really, but Timothy loved it – not just for the butcher – but also the smells all along the rest of the street.
Once his bones and our meat were in a carrier bag, he’d walk more quickly, keep his nose on the bag, and if Annette was carrying the bag, he’d stick right bit it all the way home. He’d pull on his lead down out street, race inside, and wait in the kitchen, barking, asking for his bone. He’d done his shopping, got it home, and wanted to get stuck in.