afternoon, I was in the backyard hanging the laundry when an old,
tired-looking dog wandered into the yard.
could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home.
But when I walked into the house, he followed me, sauntered 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. He resumed
his position in the hallway and slept for an hour. This continued
for several weeks.
I pinned a note to his collar: "Every afternoon your dog comes to
my house for a nap."
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."