Someone was very happy to see us yesterday after spending a week in my brother’s backyard and garage while we were in Destin. Old Bailey girl was happy, too, but she preferred to play it cool and nonchalantly gaze out the back window. Jack, however, did not hide hold back the emotions.
We need a dog drool shield for the back seat for such happy reunions.
“Oh please scratch my head, scratch my head, SCRATCH IT, SCRATCH IT, SCRATCH IT!”
“Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we? Are we?”
“Almost home and I can smell the green grass of spring just waitin’ for me to pee on it.
I am majestic. I am loved. I am really stinky. Life is good.”