Casey is a "get out of your pajamas and change into your clothes for the day before you leave the bedroom" kind of a parent. I, on the other hand, am a bit lazier and like to ease into the day. Probably much to Casey's displeasure, on the days that I am fortunate enough to be the one to get Riley out of bed, we usually start out his morning by letting the dogs out the front door.
This was one of those mornings. Riley likes to sleep in, so it was probably 8:30 or so before we made our appearance on the front porch. By that time, many people are out and about in our neighborhood, likely trying to get their walk or run in before it gets too unbearably hot.
We must be quite a sight to all those passing by -- Riley and I sitting next to each other on the top step, both still in our "jammies" with crazy, unbrushed hair, flanked by two very large golden retrievers. We are hard to miss, especially now that Riley thinks he's the neighborhood social director and insists on saying, "Morning" to each and every person that passes by...
I will miss that front porch.
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