Good Ol’ Southern Porch Dogs
/There was a warm breeze gently circulated by ceiling fans as the afternoon drew to a close. Gracie and I had the porch to ourselves for a moment, after a delightful tour of Charleston. I am glad that I made early reservations for dinner. We were the first guests of the evening at Poogan’s Porch. Gracie rested at my feet, while I enjoyed a refreshing lavender martini.
In that moment, all was quiet. Suddenly Gracie sat up at attention. Ears perked and tail wagged gently as she tilted her head to the right and then to the left. She turned her gaze as if watching someone walk down the steps, off the porch and into the yard. Looking out onto the lawn she gave a friendly, “arf,” tilted her head again and turned to look at me as if gauging my reaction. “What is it girl?” After peeking out through the banisters for one more look out across the lawn, she laid back down at my feet.
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