Late Sunday evening, my daughter, Lindsay, and I were in the kitchen visiting before she went back to school early Monday morning. We were waiting on a cake baking in the oven so we were sitting nearby to hear the timer when it rang. Abby, the wonder dog, sat at my feet, her usual post, watching for the raccoon that comes and eats the cat’s food on the patio each evening. She is the self-appointed sentinel guarding the sacred bowl. Rarely does the raccoon disappoint, so it has become a worthwhile evening entertainment at our house.
I finally was getting tired, and started talking to Abby, “You ready to go night-night?” She promptly picked up her stuffed animal and happily skipped off to our bed, tucked herself in and went to sleep. So, why would this be a blog-worthy report to you? As I told Lindsay after we watched our obedient dog, “Not one of y’all did that–not even once.” I was a proud mom.
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