One of my favorite people is a woman who used to live down the road from me. She spent the night a few days ago, on her way back to her new home in Oregon. Over the years we've been as good of friends with each others dogs as with each other. Jesse was thrilled to see her again. His friend, come to see him after years of absence.
In the morning Danie commented that people think of the country as quiet, when it's anything but. She had thought that the hourly sentinel bark (that sounded like it was just under her window) was Charlie the Pyr doing nightly rounds. However, in the morning she looked out the window to see Jesse laying right under it, looking up at her and smiling. "See, I took care of you all night. Aren't you glad we're friends?"
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