I am glad. The sun is warm on my dark fur. This morning Mommy and I walked all around. I stood on a bridge over a road and sniffed. I smelled a lot of good things. Two little dogs ran out of their yard and barked at me. Then we came home. Now I am resting on the porch. Mommy says lying on the porch is my birthright as a hound, but I don’t know what that means. When I want to go in the house, I will bark.