It wasn't a hot summer, but we had some pretty warm days. We kept the spare dog dish filled with clean water, out by the curb.
Many mornings on the porch, as we were waking up and drinking coffee, early-morning dogs would walk by and stop and take a drink.
Which usually set off Riley and Boscoe.
Sometimes we saw small birds perched on the dog dish, as though it was a birdbath. Once in a while, a squirrel would take a drink.
The other night I came home to this little bag of colorful milk bones, and an envelope.
Inside the envelope was this card.
Inside the card, it said this.
I'm not sure who Magnolia is, or how many times our guys might have barked at her. But my goodness, she sure has good manners. (And very nice handwriting.)