I called my dad Saturday to see if he'd like to have dinner with us out at the cottage. Since we've moved, I think he misses me, Hannah, and specifically the dog who has adjusted to lake life quite well.
"What cha up to, Dad?".
"not much".
"You outside? Its nice out!"
"Yep, sittin' here in my chair in the driveway. Watching the traffic. " Then his voice lowers, evoking a bit of sympathy.....
"Got a ball in my hand, but no dog to throw it to!".
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