As some of you may know, I have a neighbor named Betty.  I can’t quite put my paw on it but there’s just something about her that makes me wag my tail.  Everytime she comes outside to water her plants or pick blueberries in her backyard I just have to be right there by her side.

Our society is one that frowns on anything outside the norm.  If people saw me with Betty instead of my master they just wouldn’t understand it.  I mean, she is 574 in dog years (give or take 7), and I am only about 3.5 in people years.  One the surface it would seem like we have nothing in common.  But she likes to pet me, and she likes it when I come running up to her and get between her and the Gardenias that she has planted in her backyard.  We usually pull weeds together and I help her get rid of any unwanted sticks.

I can’t help but think she is always coming outside to see me.  Everytime I go outside she is moments later coming out to see me and talk to my master.  She has a nice hummingbird feeder that I need her to mount just a little lower to the ground.  It’s Sunday so she’ll probably be watering the flowers in the evening.  It’s time for my nap so I will be well rested when it’s time to go out and see Betty.  I know if I don’t see her today though, I will get to see her tomorrow when the mailman comes. 

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