An old dog sits on a porch looking out at a beach as other dogs in his family — and the family’s children and parents — head out for the day. Then he welcomes them back, and follows them inside. That’s it. For this story I drew on childhood animals (I had a dog named Homer), and a family house on Long Island Sound. I thought how sitting in one place and observing the world is not a bad place to be. Dogs don’t live long; they go from puppies to old dogs fast. But they are often the center around which a family orbits.