This little guy lives just down the road from us. Nearly every morning he is next to the road waving and smiling. If we get out of the car to drop people off or to grab something from the little shop, he’ll run up and want to be held. Someday he’s coming home with me.
Last week we were invited to dinner by Emily and Marissa. As we walked home in the dark we passed a group of people filling water containers. Greetings were quietly exchanged, but then, when we were almost past, a man spoke up, “Henri is out.” Our fence jumping dog is known, by name, throughout the neighborhood. Awesome.