Clara's Corner: TIRED DOG.....

Thursday, March 29, 2012

TIRED DOG.....

An older tired-looking dog wandered into my yard. I could tell that he had a home and was well taken care of. He calmly came over to me. I gave him a few pats on his head. He then followed me into my house ...slowly walked down the hall, curled up in the corner and fell asleep.

An hour later he went to the door and I let him out. The next day he was back, greeted me in my yard, walked inside and returned to the spot in the hall and again slept for about and hour. This continued off and on for several weeks.

Curious, I pinned a note to his collar, "I would like to find out who the owner of this wonderful dog is and ask you if you are aware that almost every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap."

The next day he arrived for his nap with a different note pinned to his collar. "He lives in a home with 6 children....2 under the age of 3. He's trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?"

2 comments:

Margie's Musings said...: How funny! That dog was exhausted.; 9:12 PM
Grammy said...: Dear Clara,
How cool is that! Glad you were not afraid of him....I think I would have been...dogs scare me.
Love,
Ruby; 11:30 AM

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