

He appreciates the smells that waft his way. I can smell some flowering tree and livestock across the way. But I know he’s smelling the stories of our backyard, our immediate neighborhood and beyond. When we go for walks, he’s much more interested in smelling the bushes and fence posts than he is in the skateboarders zipping by.

He’s a very very good dog. He’s about 10 years old, probably never slept on a couch before. But I’ll save that part of his story for another day. Today, he’s happy and warm and comfortable and very well loved.
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