I nod. "Okay, come with me." I say. We stand and run down stairs. I do not get in my car, I just run, him following me. We run to my house and I sit in the swing facing the ocean. It is soft and comfortable. I smile as he arrives and I pat the seatt next to me.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
There was nothing he enjoyed more than a good book. He'd wander into the study, take down some leather-bound volume, and eat it. — Terence Brady (dog owner)
