Plato kept going outside to wait for someone to arrive, but I don't know who he thought was coming. Ann and I were somewhere with the dogs, in a house that I've never seen before and there were lots of beautiful trees outdoors. I would go outside on the lawn to pick up Plato and bring him in out of the rain, and I felt bad that he was longing for someone who was never arriving.
I wonder if he misses our friend, Tim who is away for the summer?
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