Day 277

This is what greets me most nights when I come home, a little dog, sometimes two, waiting at the door to greet me. It always amazes me how happy they are when I get home, they run around and bark, like I can't see them or forgot they were there. But it's the nicest thing to come home and have a little furry warm thing to pet and hug...if you can catch them...after a long day at work. I wish I could bring them to work, but then I suspect I'd never get anything done, or would sound like a goof talking to them like they're people, I'll just do that at home where they're the only ones that can hear me. I'm pretty sure they already think I'm a goof for some of the stuff I say, but I'm also sure they'll both be there when I get home tomorrow happy as hell to see me yet again.

"One reason a dog can be such a comfort when you're feeling blue is that he doesn't try to find out why." -Author Unknown