Fig is a bacon slut. No matter where he is or what he is doing, you can count on him to charge into the kitchen when he smells bacon cooking and park himself at your feet, willing you with his eyes to drop a piece. He'll turn up the most delectable pieces of salmon in favor of bacon, he'll walk away from a meal in progress to follow the bacon to the dining table, and he is your instant friend when you have a piece of bacon in your hand.
Does he think about bacon in the afternoon or evening? Does he dream of chasing down bacon-filled mice? Or is it just a morning phenomenon? Ah, the deeper mysteries of Figness.
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