Sunday Mornings With Zeke

It's been a tradition around our house for long before Zeke came into it. Every Sunday for the last 30 years or so, I head out to get donuts from Dunk's (Dunkin' Donuts for you non-New Englanders). I usually took the dogs along, whether it be a walk down to the corner shop or a ride. Zeke is no exception.

Routine wise, Sunday starts the same as any other day. I don't know how Zeke figured out it was Sunday and we were going to get the donuts, but he clearly is ready to go when I get out of bed every Sunday morning.

Occasionally, our former next door neighbor calls about 8 o'clock and says he's coming for coffee, his pockets loaded with dog treats. He doesn't come every day, but when he does, it's on Sunday.

Guess who figured out that Dennis comes by on Sunday?

Where's Dennis?