Dog’s Patience

Finley

The two-leggers were done petting, and scratching him behind his ears and had started talking, which was of no interest to him whatsoever. So Finley did the only logical thing; he lay down to rest until it was time to start moving again. He didn’t whine or complain about being ignored or of how hard the hard asphalt was to lie upon, but just patiently waited. Sometimes I wish I the patience of a dog.

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Published by eskildoodle1

Retired physician with interests in writing, photography, music, and astronomy. I have written multiple stories of life experiences, travel, and astronomy, and have been playing the ukulele for 10 years. My wife Fairy and I travel frequently to the Pacific Islands of Hawaii, and French Polynesia, and I have learned several of their native-language songs. This blog will be a forum to share experiences with family and friends.

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