When situations aren’t quite the way I had hoped or planned for, and I’m just glad that another day is over . . .
There is one thing I can count on.
The group, love attack when I walk in the door.
No matter how difficult my day may have been, having approximately 250 lbs of combined, pure love, divided between four panting tongues and wagging tails, waiting at the door is going to make me feel better.
From Left: Martha (Megan’s), Selby (Elissa & Cole’s) and Mackenzie & Big Red (Ours), earlier today, waiting for Alicia to walk in the door after they heard the garage door opener.
“Lock your wife and your dog in the trunk of the car.
Come back 30 minutes later, open the trunk and which one
is happy to see you?”
My bet is on the dog.
Love ya, honey.