Drove out to Grandma' gravesite today. I hadn't been there since she passed.
When we drove up, a black dog ran across the field to show us the gate. We had to open it to get in. He waited patiently while we were there. He wagged his tail and smelled my hand, but didn't want pets. Just a grounds overseer.
He left when we did, never going past the gate.
When we drove up, a black dog ran across the field to show us the gate. We had to open it to get in. He waited patiently while we were there. He wagged his tail and smelled my hand, but didn't want pets. Just a grounds overseer.
He left when we did, never going past the gate.