Today’s haiku is by Tucker.
My husband thinks they hear my car even before I pull into our gravel driveway.
The dogs run to the laundry room door, knowing that’s where I’ll enter. And they wait.
So when I’m listening to NPR and one of those driveway stories comes on — the kind where I just have to stay and listen to the end — my poor pups are puzzled. Where did I …
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