Today, I no longer look like a blowfish with squinty eyes. Ready to take on whatever Saturday brings.
I like old dogs. Noah, is the senior neighbor dog, mostly golden retriever, from across the street. Noah’s parent works during the day. Thursday and Friday I had the privilege of letting him out.
I’m like his substitute parent, anyway. He’s stayed over many times. Once, I rolled over, put my arm around something furry. It surprised me–as my dogs didn’t sleep in our bed.
He’s about the same age as my German Shepherd, that I lost in 2011. They were good friends. I’ve often wondered how things would have turned out–had he lived?