One afternoon, I was in the backyard hanging the laundry when an old,
tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I 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. 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 pinned to his collar: "He lives in a home with
ten children. He's trying to catch up on his sleep."
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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