As I sit here once again, struggling to write my slice, I mention to my husband that I think maybe the dog needs to go out. We have two dogs, and the dog in question has only been with us since December. He is not totally house trained yet, so I am trying to keep a close eye on him to avoid the accidents. Normally, my son is in charge of taking him out, but he’s at baseball practice.
“I think Cody needs to go out.” I am hoping hubby will take him out. Cody is sitting at the back sliding door. Hubby says, “He really likes to just sit and look outside. It’s like he’s on guard duty. He just looks back and forth, back and forth.” I look over and there he is, behind the blinds, checking out the yard. I wonder what he’s thinking?