Pop had been sitting on his new porch swing for nearly an hour and a half. I had sat on it with him for a little while, but the heat got to me so I went back inside for a little while.
I looked through the window to check on him. He was standing by the chain link fence gate, watching the dogs. As he opened the gate to leave the front yard, I asked him,
"You gonna come inside for a little while, Pop?"
"Nope." He said, matter-of-factly. "I'm not much of an inside dog. Know what I mean?"
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