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He Does What He Wants


This morning he stood in front of the screen door, staring at me expectantly. What do you want, little dog? I asked. He reached out with his left front paw and scratched the door. So I opened it, and watched with surprise as he tottered over to his bed on the patio, curled up, and went to sleep.  Apparently, he wanted to spend some time outdoors.

I snapped that photo and then decided to take a cue from the wiener, grabbed my laptop and my coffee, and spent my morning working with the sun on my back and a breeze in my hair.