Zero - Part II

Zero grew and grew, and soon was like an Airedale stick figure. He was nicknamed Spindly by my brother because of his… well, spindly appearance. Zero ate only as much as was necessary ot survive, often spending an inordinate amount of time chewing individual dog biscuits, while Jebad ate her’s at the speed of light in order to help him finish his. To be fair, Zero didn’t do too badly in the scraps department, though he wasn’t quite as subtle at sneaking under the table during meal times as Jebad was, and when he did manage, his sense of direction wasn’t the greatest and on more than one occasion he ended up with his chin on Mum’s leg, which earned him a swift “Scoot!” and meant the end of his foraging addventures for the day.