An old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar (though no tags), he had a well-fed belly and that he had a home.
He followed me into the house, down the hall, and fell asleep on the couch.
Morgen seemed ok with him so I let him nap. An hour later, he went to the door indicating he wanted to go out, so I let him out.
The next day he was back, resumed his position on the couch, and slept for an hour. This continued for several weeks.
Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: "Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap. I don't mind but want to be sure it's ok with you."
The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar:
"He lives in a home with ten children -- he's trying to catch up on his sleep. May I come with him tomorrow?"
