Heading home

I’m heading home and hoping my dogs will be glad to see me. The birds will be. They like me because I’m the only one they can’t intimidate. Like with most bullies, they only respect those they can’t bully. Plus, I wear a lot of protection when their eyes are flashing red as I am well aware of that danger signal.

But my dogs are another story. They get to spend my absence with a lady who treats them as the royalty they know they are. They get attention and walks and treats and more attention and more walks… well, they get when royalty gets when they have servants whose only purpose in life is to serve them. And they love it.

So I worry when I return from one of these trips that Blue and Blondie are going to look at me, say hi, and then ask for the other lady to come back.