Have to love these two. They have an unvarying morning routine. Before they head upstairs to settle down for a post breakfast snooze while Frank has his coffee, they stop at the front door. They check to see if Rocky, the Bernese across the street, is out in his front yard.

If Rocky is out and about, all is good, and they head upstairs. If, for some reason, he hasn’t been let out yet, they turn to look at me as though to ask where he is. I have to explain that Rocky hasn’t started his day yet and that he’ll be out later before they will abandon the post.

Our furry neighborhood kids checking up on one another.