Ah, a lovely Spring day.  The sun is out.  The porch is warm.  All seems right, but somehow everything is wrong.  The dog is perched high above the couch.  The blanket is a disheveled mess.  My 9-year-old son Sam’s socks are resting on a seat cushion.  Wait!  Everything is wrong, but somehow that’s just right.  Boom!  Mind blown.  #DeepThought

Yep, he’s a special kind of watchdog.