This is my girl, Hartley. You can find her sitting right in this spot several times a week.
But this is not my house.
One of the most unexpected things about the move is that she now has friends of her own and she’s not afraid to make a run for their house at any moment. She’s never been a “runner”. She’s always been the dog you could take on a long walk without a leash and she would stay right by your side. But not anymore. She has friends now.
And by all means, she intends to see them.
This wouldn’t be such a big deal except that her friend’s parents have glass front doors. So every time she pays them a visit, it’s a dog rally at the front door. It doesn’t matter if it’s 6 AM or 8 PM, ALL the wagging of tails and barking makes it pretty impossible to …