An old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell
from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home.
He followed me into the house, down the hall, and fell asleep on
the couch. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out.
The next day he was back, resumed his position on the couch 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 four children—he’s trying to catch
up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?’
