Rascal's refusal to go on a walk with any house sitter told me he had never forgotten being a frightened stray scooped up from the Nashville streets by Metro Animal Control.
For this little rescue dog, home was at once a playground and a sanctuary. He turned bed making into a wrestling match with the covers.
If I ever tried to skip one of these sacraments, sitting down too early at my desk or staying there too late, he would lick my feet until I remembered where I was supposed to be.
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