It is not unusual to be greeted at the door after having been gone for all of thirty minutes with the kind of reception usually reserved for people that have been gone for let’s just say – longer.
Sometimes when I come downstairs, and they’ve been lying around they will wag their tails in greeting and joy that I’ve decided to again grace them with my presence.
They don’t always get up because they’re lazy but I do appreciate the tail wag. It’s as if they’re saying, “Hey.”
We take boatloads of photos of our furry babies, but below is one of my favorites of Jack. I wonder what he's dreaming ...
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