My favorite part of the day is coming home. I finish up at the office, drive the short trip home up my beautiful country road, and pull into my garage.
How do they know it's me? How is it that their bark is always different than when it's a delivery person at the door?
Once I'm inside it's first things first - throw the keys on the counter and race down the stairs to release the hounds!
My old girl, Lily, has the best greeting for me...always. She butts her head into my legs while wiggling her entire hind end like crazy. Her 'head butts' are her way of giving hugs and kisses. Always.
My little Daisy, the Monkey, has a weird way of saying hello....she runs and gets a toy and then runs away from me. She'll settle somewhere....in her little bed, on her favorite chair, or back downstairs on my daughter's bed...and it's a game. You have to find her and go to her. She'll wiggle like crazy with her little toy in her mouth and then finally spit it out and give stinky kisses.
It's the best.
Coming home is the best. but coming home to pups is even better. Without a doubt.
Sure, there are always chores to do when I get home. After the big greeting, of course.
Let the pups out. Unload the dishwasher. Start making dinner. Get the fire going.
But it's home. No place like it.
A nice station on Pandora, a glass of wine or a cocktail, and a lovely dinner.
My kind of night.
It truly is the simple pleasures, isn't it?