My dog loves to look out the front window. He watches the kids playing. He watches the cars drive by. He watches the birds swoosh past. He loves that window.
He also loves rocks.
He must have over 100 rocks hidden in the ivy behind the fish pond in the back yard. He takes very good care of his rocks. He plays with them. He sniffs them. He carries a rock around in his mouth, head held high. He’ll drop one at my feet and back away, looking anxiously with anticipation – “will the human pick up the rock and throw it for me?” Most of the time I do.
The other day I had pulled down the blinds. A bit later I walked past the window and noticed a rock on the window sill.
Gizmo must have thought the offering would open the blinds.