One of the best things about being away for the week is probably the reception I get when I finally get home.
As soon as I was picked up this morning, Hubba whisked me off to dinner and we spent a good hour or so sipping a glass of wine over dinner and just catching up. It was good :)
But the highlight was physically coming home to the apartment – The plan was to hide one flight down the stairs whilst Hubba went through the door. He would ask the dogs where Mummy was and knowing what he meant, they’d usually let out a bark in recognition and I would take my cue and enter.
But as soon as Hubba opened the door and Rosco saw the suitcase, he knew. He just knew. He ran out the door and followed my scent and I saw his face peering down at me from the top of the stairs. As soon as he spotted me, he got so excited and started making these sounds that I only hear from him when he’s asking me where I’ve been. Anyone who knows Rosco will know he’s got quite a low and stately bark, but when he makes these little noises, they are like little yelps that I’ve only heard when he was a young pup.
They are noises that make me feel special :)
Obviously Sally had spotted me by this time and proceeded to jump up at my face and snap at my nose, the way that only Sally does.
I played catch with Rosco around the house and he was so excited that he kept bounding around like a cartoon. Sally has been following me around like a shadow and she is now nestled in the crook of my arm fast asleep and so satisfied.
It is always so heartwarming coming home to my babies.
And while all this was going on, Hubba sat on the living room floor leaned against the sofa with a big, fat grin on his face.
I love being home :)