The dog follows Milady around, because in his eyes she is the end-all and be-all. Wherever she goes, he follows. When she's in her closet, he sits by the door, patiently guarding the opening.
It's a cool rainy morning in Central Louisiana. Under 60 degrees on the back porch with a fine misting rain.
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A fearsome sentry, that one.
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