He comes everyday. I first spot him while he is delivering mail to the white moppy dog down the street. The golden retrievers across the street are now barking. I run to the window. I frantically search for an opening in the curtain. I peak my head out and see him. BARK! He is wearing blue. BARK! He is walking. BARK! He is now out of sight. I know he is going to come soon. I pull my head back and look down to the floor. I jump down to the seat cushion. I jump to the floor. I suddenly hear the mailbox lid open and close. BARK! He, BARK! is, BARK! here, BARK! BARK!
Until tomorrow...grrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Keep wandering.
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