To Be Home.

Being home means being greeted by this lovely lady. My how i've missed my dog. 

My Dog Is the Greatest.

No really, she is. As far as i can tell she can read my mind better than anyone else. When i'm feeling particularly lonely she jumps up onto my bed, in the mornings she comes upstairs when she hears me get up and she waits by my door, and when it's a lazy kind of day she lies around like no other. Right now she's lying curled up next to me with her favorite tennis ball in her mouth, just chilling out, keeping me company when i need it.