Tiny chumley is a often blurry kong toy carrying rocket when we return home from errands and he has been left home alone. Racing down to first greet me then circling back to get his kong toy and the goodbye snackie he apparently saved to eat when we came back.
wheeeeeeeeee! everybody's home! everybody's home! wheeeeeeee! his happy little wiggly body will then declare as lucky charms and clovers and bits of fairy dust stir up in his wake, til finally he collides into me and we catch up on all the kisses and hugs that we missed for having been apart in his mind for so very long.
mom did u know i barked at three dogs while u were gone? and i saw not one but two squirrels running across the street? and didjoo know that the mail lady drives away whether u bark at her or not? but i barked at her anyway just to make sure she knew i saw her. and didjoo get me anything? and may i have another snackie? not my kibble but a really fishy snackie u know?oh where's duk duk? i think he was reading upstairs. u want i should get him and we can all snuggle on the sofa together?
Why yes babydog, I'll tell him as I get back up to dry myself off from our rather licky conversation.
Home, I am always reminded, is where the wiener dog is. :)