Waiting for Daddeh

When I got off the bus outside the Indiana Historical Society 

this afternoon, I noticed a car waiting curbside 

to pick up a passenger. Since the rear door of the SUV
was open, it may have been that the big doggeh's
human was making a delivery. At any rate, the entire
back seat was designated for the comfort
of the dog, and as he lazed in the sun, any breeze
that may have lifted his fur a bit
was undoubtedly appreciated.