If these had been children instead of dogs, I’d have been yawning, but that made me cry a little. I should probably be ashamed of myself, right? (Seems unlikely.)
It’s true. I wish I could get as excited about anything as my dog does when I come home from work. I was gone for 10 days a few months ago, and when I walked in, she tackled me and sat on my chest. If I were ever gone for 14 months, she would probably have a tiny little doggie stroke. And possibly eat my face.
If these had been children instead of dogs, I’d have been yawning, but that made me cry a little. I should probably be ashamed of myself, right? (Seems unlikely.)
Nah, no need to be ashamed–there’s something just plain wonderful about the complete loving devotion of a dog.
It’s true. I wish I could get as excited about anything as my dog does when I come home from work. I was gone for 10 days a few months ago, and when I walked in, she tackled me and sat on my chest. If I were ever gone for 14 months, she would probably have a tiny little doggie stroke. And possibly eat my face.