The Old Dog

[angelwing]

An old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home.


He followed me into the house, and down the hall, and fell asleep in a corner.


An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out.


The next day he was back, resumed his position in the hall, and slept for an hour. This continued for several weeks.


Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: "Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap."


The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar:


"He lives in a home with ten children -- he's trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?"