Bare Bones Love
Some are known for being great gift givers.
I try….but dog gone it…I usually fall short.
We have this stray that has taken to hanging out in our front yard.
We even have a name for her-
“Front yard dog”
Yes…the naming creativity in our household is astounding.
She showed up and won’t leave.
My wife has taken a big liking to her.
Apparently…the 4 other dogs we have all take to me, and she wants one to take to her.
Look, I can’t help it that I’m the Cesar Milan of our family.
I tried to give suggestions-
Professor Aloicious Stuff n Stuff
The greatness of those names just flow off your tongue.
Not my wife’s, though. She looks at me like I am an idiot.
She decided on Serenity.
So Serenity it is. She even got her to venture into the house last night….where she stayed until the morning.
When my wife got off work, she returned home to find a gift that Serenity had left on our doorstep.
Obviously, given in gratitude for allowing her to stay and be part of the family.
It’s the thought that counts.