Filing Help

Yesterday Ken and I were at the kitchen table, sorting some financial papers of his parents. Ken had carried the stack of papers home in a green box that he dropped by his side as we worked. In the middle of the job, Ken looked down and saw that Emme had chosen the empty box as a little nest. She nestled down in the box and periodically licked the cardboard in the corners, making them wet with dog spit. Ken said with resignation, "Well, there goes my file box." After we were done, Emme got out of the box; the dog spit in the corners dried, and the papers went back into the box. You never know how helpful a puppy can be. She can even help with the filing.