Marco and Wilson and I are old friends. No matter how much time passes between visits we just pick up right where we left off. So yesterday after dinner when I sat on the couch, Marco came and sat on my right and Wilson curled up on a pillow to my left. It was our happy place. Breakfast went great, as did lunch, when Wilson finished his breakfast. Afterwards we went outside and Wilson asked to go towards the back. I had to bring Marco of course and before I knew it the boys had walked the entire perimeter of the yard, across the front lawn and we were walking down the street. Eventually I worried about Wilson’s endurance and we turned around, but even as we got back to the front lawn he insisted that it wasn’t time to go inside yet. I had to promise him another walk later to get him to come home without a fuss. I mean, who says no to old friends?
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