An old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard.
I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home.
He followed me into the house, down the hall, and fell asleep on the couch.
An hour later, he went to the door, and 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.”
The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar,
“He lives in a home with four children –he’s trying to catch up on his sleep.
Can I come with him tomorrow?”