We are lamenting a long weekend away from home, our dogs stuck at the kennel a few days, our small family of two humans + two dogs all together again and happily, home.
We sit on separate couches, T and me, a dog for us each. I read the paper and he flips through channels like a 47 year old man, never on one for more than 2.5 seconds.
T says out of the blue: I am so happy we are home. Our dogs love us so much!
I look over the top of the paper at him, smile. He thinks about what he's said for a moment, then adds:
Except Sadie, most of the time I am pretty sure she's just in it for the food!
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