Tuesday, January 27, 2009

That's My Boy

We have a full-length glass storm door that stays open whenever the weather allows - and when I'm gone My Boy Nelson lays and watches out the door for me to return. By the time that I can get turned into the driveway he can manage to shimmy through both cat doors and be waiting in the driveway.

And he always comes bearing gifts; sometimes the gift might be a toy, sometimes it is a slimy piece of rawhide, it could be a sock, a stolen dishtowel, a leaf, an article of clothing or even a stick that he nabs on his way to the car.

But it seems as if it is a point of pride with him that he cannot come empty handed to greet me, or any other member of the family. I absolutely love it.

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