Big doggie eyes

There is no language of the holy.
The Sacred lies in the ordinary.
~ Deng Ming-Dao, 365 Tao

Bob came by the office this afternoon to surprise me and say hello. He only stayed a few minutes, but it was a nice surprise in the middle of the day. I heard someone get off the elevator and stop and talk to Gard, and whoever it was was talking to him about golf, and said he'd played at a certain golf course a few days ago, and it was one where I knew Bob had played, which I thought was a funny coincidence, then I thought, "Wait! That is Bob!" as he came walking down the hall.

Simon burst out of Dave's office in a flurry of barking--he's so funny, he's such a good watchdog--he comes running out barking like he's going to eat you, then he runs back to Dave to ask, "Did I do okay, huh, did I, huh?" Then he came running back out so Bob could pet him, then he ran back into Dave's office to get his ball, his wubbie. Then he lies down on his pallet on the floor with his ball in his mouth, looking up at you with his big doggie eyes.

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