An older, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard; I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well taken care of.



He came over to me, I gave him a few pats on his head; he then followed me into my home, slowly walked down the hall, curled up in the corner and fell asleep.



An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out.



The next day he was back, greeted me in my yard, walked inside and resumed his spot in the hall and again… Continue