A dog called patience

I’m letting my 100-pound, drooling, farting, slobbering dog sleep in my bed tonight.

I was at work for about 12 hours and then got stuck in traffic – at 11pm – for about a half hour.¹

Meanwhile back at the ranch: Harley was sitting in the kennel.

I fully expected him to bite me when I got home, but he just wagged his tail and then went to the kitchen to eat.

My goodness…

¹ This was 35W, which is Minneapolis’s answer to Miami’s Palmetto (ie, the huge highway that always seems to be under construction. Tonight they narrowed the highway to 2 lanes. Traffic is backed up for miles.