An old, tired-looking dog wandered into a man\u2019s yard one warm afternoon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From the shiny collar around his neck and his round, well-fed belly, it was clear this dog had a home \u2014 and someone who cared for him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The man bent down and smiled. \u201cWell, hello there, old boy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The dog wagged his tail lazily, trotted up, and leaned his weight against the man\u2019s leg as if they were old friends. The man gave him a few gentle pats on the head, then went about watering his flowers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When he turned around a few minutes later, the dog had followed him into the house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He walked down the hallway like he knew the place, curled up in a quiet corner by the radiator, gave a long, satisfied sigh, and fell sound asleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
An hour later, the dog woke up, stretched, trotted to the door, and barked once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The man opened the door, and off the dog went \u2014 back in the direction he came from.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The next day, like clockwork, the dog returned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Same time. Same calm, confident walk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He wagged his tail politely, walked past the man, and went straight inside. Again, he curled up in his usual spot, napped for exactly an hour, then left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n