home is where the heart is

and for the last few days Hank's heart, and the rest of his dog body parts, have been here. his natural home is down the lane at Neighbor Dan's. but when Dan is gone for more than a day at a time or when there is the faintest rumbling of thunder in the sky, Henry, his name when he lives with me, laboriously treks down the road to my house. and it thundered a few days ago. Henry is still here and very comfortable. i always keep some of his dog food here but ran out this evening.

so hopefully tomorrow Dan will come for him, or bring more food, or i will need to walk him home.

i enjoy seeing Hank when i visit down the road, but love my conversations with Henry when he does a sleepover, no matter how many days he might stay.