Sitting at the coffee table this morning, I was watching one of our dogs. I had opened the front door for him, first thing this morning. It’s nice and cool outside, and I thought he would enjoy laying in front of the screen door.
But no, what does he do?
He walks to the back of the house, and sticks his face in the sunlight streaming in from my bedroom windows. There’s a small patch of light from my room, laying on the hallway floor. He knows better than to go into my room.
This big dog, lays down in this skinny patch of light.
Denver boy knows what to do.
Always search for the light, and even if it’s just a sliver, lay in it.