Dog Days

Feeling unusually lonely, I adopted a dog. He was a seven year old Terrier, and despite his age, he acted like a puppy. He whined in his makeshift cage, a cardboard box, all the way home. I laughed out loud as he curiously explored my two bedroom home, stopping to sniff extra long at a wine stain on the carpet and a box of cigars on the coffee table. He followed me around the house the rest of the day with his tail wagging wildly and cuddled up at my feet that night as if he'd lived there all along.