Dec 7, 2021
3 min read
My dog is a Stoic
I need to be more like her sometimes
Every morning, after pouring myself a cup of hot, black coffee, I open the backdoor to let my chow Lexi do her business. She’s 8 now, with a tuft of gray fur on her chin and certainly no stranger to our morning routine.
She dawdles around the yard, pretending to search for the “perfect” spot before settling on the same 4x4 grid in the back-left…
