By the third day she was driving him nuts. She couldn’t get comfortable, and that was a source of growing discomfort for him. He questioned his decision to dog sit, but he had agreed, so he had to see it through. George and Mae were private folks. They had been his neighbors for years. There was a great deal of mutual respect and they were friends. They also appreciated each other’s privacy, which was probably one reason why they remained good friends. When George and Mae traveled, they often asked him to keep the dog and he usually did. When they came home, he always got the obligatory box of taffy, pound of fudge, or candle from the Grand Canyon.

Generally, Fido was not a problem. Their backyards touched, so she was familiar with him and always seemed comfortable. This time was different; there was something unusual in her behavior. At one point, he snapped at her, “Fido, that’s enough; you’re makin’ me nuts!” The dog looked at him with troubled eyes. For minute he thought she might be sick. Not able to make him understand, she slowly walked across the kitchen floor, laid down by the screen door and looked at George’s house. He got the sense that the dog was thinking, “this guy just doesn’t understand.” She was right, he didn’t.

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