Maggie is already in the window watching out for my father's arrival as darkness approaches. Dad told me he was craving a fast food burger tonight and he is going to bring me a Big Mac combo meal as well. I am still bloated from lunch but graciously accepted.
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My youngest son lives about 2 miles from here and he has to drive very close to our house when he heads home. Most nights, when he was unattached, he'd stop in to say 'hi' and to pet Winnie, the basset hound that claimed him as her person 6 years ago. Winnie now lives with Ron and me.
She knew when he was coming. She would suddenly run to the front door and start whining.
Dogs are amazing, aren't they?
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