Last night I put Maggie to bed and we spent a few minutes, like always, talking about our day before we started to read stories. Usually we’re hardly under the covers before Sydney is bursting through the door with her bone ready to ‘help’ by chewing loudly in the center of the bed. Sydney is visiting my mom and dad for a few days and it’s the times that we’re at home without her that I miss her the most. She is so tightly woven into the fabric of our lives.
I even got to hear our doorbell ring yesterday when our neighbors stopped by. I can tell somebody’s coming up the driveway by the way she barks and it took me a beat to realize that our doorbell actully has a nice ring to it. She is such a good, good dog. Never before has there been a dog so loyal to a family.
That is all.
