Yesterday was a really long day for me. I was at work until 7:00 at night for conferences, and then had a thirty five minute drive home. A child who is not in my class had to be carried in off the playground, kicking and punching me, and I feel those back muscles screaming in protest. School break is just around the corner, as soon as I’m done tomorrow, and the days sure go slowly when you’re waiting for break to arrive. In any event, I was tired and ready to get home and see Mr. Taleteller and the dogs.
When I pulled up, Mr. Taleteller and Morgan came out to see me, and Morgan couldn’t really contain herself. A disgruntled Mr. Taleteller informed me that she’d been “bad” all evening. Being a good wife, I refrained from commenting about how busy he’ll be once his high drive Shepherd puppy gets here. I had to laugh at Morgan’s acrobatic leaps of joy. One day I have to photograph those. In her enthusiasm to greet me, she leapt up and cracked me right in the eye. I don’t think she even had to shake it off, but I saw stars. You really can’t beat a German Shepherd for unbridled joy when a missing member of the flock returns.
I came inside, and Bunny was waiting at the back door, her eyes squinched shut while Morgan’s tail went on a whirlwind tour of the kitchen. My tiny little hound stood her ground and waited for her chance to greet me, her graceful little tail gently wagging and her eyes lighting up. As I made my way through the kitchen, she continued in reverse to the doorway. She watched as I unpacked my things and set them down. When I returned from the bathroom and sat down on the couch, she was watching me from the nearest dog bed. As soon as I sat down, she hopped up on the couch and curled up against me, her little body half on mine. Any thoughts about getting back up for a snack were forgotten, because Bunny was making sure to tell me all about the substandard service she and Morgan had been getting while I was gone. Apparently my husband just doesn’t treat them right or follow the same routines when he gets home first. So what if I couldn’t feel my legs from the waist down, I had a cute little hound to snuggle with on the couch.
Blueberry and Lilac were both too busy napping to be disturbed by my homecoming, but Lilac did walk past once to give me a lean, which is her way of acknowledging that I’d been gone and she’d noted it. A quick scritch behind her ears and she was back to her evening nap. It was more of a demonstration than I’d expected of her, truth be told. Blueberry waited patiently on her bed, knowing that I would come by her strategically placed dog bed and be helpless against the urge to kneel down and put her and acknowledge her beauty. She’s always waiting for you to notice her in her own quiet way.
None of our dogs are the fetch your slippers type, but it’s still nice to know that you’ve been missed. I never get tired of coming home to them. It’s the best feeling in the world to know somebody is that happy to see you when you return. It’s funny how the cares of the day can melt away and leave you with the peaceful glow of home. None of our dogs show it in the same way, but they all have their own unique signature. How do your dogs let you know they’re glad to see you again?