This is how I come home every night. I open the door to Oscar’s room and say hi. He runs to the top of the stairs and dances around and then kisses me when I arrive. Then he runs to the back door so I can let him go outside. It’s like having my own cartoon character 😂 pic.twitter.com/KskAdT3ZL9
God I love dogs. When I get home, I open the door from the garage into the house and my cocker spaniel sticks her snout through the crack, then starts dancing. As I open the door fully, she jumps up on my leg, tail wagging like crazy as I lean down for dog kisses. After she considers me properly greeted, she stands at the back door to be let in the back yard to do her business and see if she can chase a rabbit or squirrel. It never fails to make me feel fantastic.
I will have get a bowl — to fill with beer to cutback on gulping.
This reminds us of Carol Burnett joining the final episodes on Better Call Saul. She has been shown how to play cat videos on her new laptop. She laughs a lot. Does not differ much to someone making dog video, posting on his blog and we all make pithy comments. Time to go outside.
I miss all my dog friends I made; some of their owners, still alive, not so much. Sometimes a cold nose is all it takes to live for another day. And cats are so Tsundere, but some of them also took to me for some reason.