Tuesday, September 19, 2006

The Perch

When we first got Pappy we'd come home and find him on the living room sofa, his muzzle haloed by a puddle of drool. We quickly found out that, if we left open the bedroom door, he'd spend the day on his dog bed and stay off the furniture.

But for months his absolute favorite spot is his perch on the second floor landing. This is the perfect angle for someone two feet tall to see down the stairs, through the window on the front door, down the front stoop and stairs, all the way down to the street. As we approach the house in the evening we never fail to see, silhouetted against the upstairs window, his tail start wagging.

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