His brother Dudo used to greet us at the door. Now he shows up only if he thinks it's time for his afternoon treat. When we got home Tuesday at 4:00, I knew he'd be waiting. Treat time is after lunch, around 3:30 or 4. When we're late, Dudo usually gets shoved back as I push the door open. Today, I had my camera ready. He must have known.
(The photos aren't great — quick takes in bad lighting — but, if you click them, they will get bigger.)
|MOOSE (TUESDAY NIGHT): "OH MY GOD, I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!"|
|DUDO (TUESDAY AFTERNOON): "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!? IT'S TREAT TIME.|
PUT THAT STUPID CAMERA AWAY AND GET TO IT!!!"
The key to all heaven is mine...