Tuna, the Lake Dog

We have a summer cabin at a lake. There's no way it would qualify as a house but it's comfy and cozy and we love it. For several years an adorable little dog named Tuna lived down the road in the high rent district. As soon as he saw us arrive he made a beeline for our front porch. He was the most polite dog I've ever known. If our front door was closed he would bark once and patiently wait for an answer. If it was open he would sit on our picnic table and stare into the cabin like a canine window peeper. One day we arrived and there was no Tuna to greet us. A strange dog came to our porch---no collar or tags, scared of his own shadow. Then the next day we were informed that Tuna had died. It was a sad day at the lake. In a short time a nice young man, a full time resident, adopted the stray dog and named him Floyd. Now Floyd is the Lake Dog and has thrived on the attention. This serves as a reminder that no matter how important you are or think you are there's always somebody ready to take your place.