The dog at 311 knows my schedule better than I do

He’s always at the window when I’m coming back from the morning walk, tail thumping like a metronome. I swear he’s been there since I started this route—no, wait, that can’t be right. He was just a pup then. But still, the way he looks at me, like he’s checking if I’ve forgotten anything… it’s not loyalty. It’s surveillance. And honestly? I kind of like it.