An Old Dog Story...

An old tired-looking dog wandered into my yard. I could tell from his collar and belly that he belonged somewhere. He followed me into the house, plopped down in a corner, and fell asleep. An hour later he went to the door and I let him out.

The next day he was back, resumed his position, and slept for an hour. This continued for several weeks until, 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: “He lives in a house with eight children. He’s exhausted. Can I come with him tomorrow?”

Submitted by a friend...