The Homecoming

Every night for nearly five nights they watched and


and they waited ever so patiently for me to come home.


The minute I walked in the door in the wee hours of Saturday morning it was a party.

My greeting was incredible. All eyes on me as tails wagged and tongues delivered the sloppiest wet kisses.

To say the least, it feels pretty darn good to be home.


Well almost. I didn't miss the mosquitoes.