So, whenever I head out to Michael’s office (which is in a casita in front of the house) the dogs race me to the door and I have to move fast so they don’t run out into the front yard – although most of them are terrified of the “big, bad world out there” so they never get farther than about six feet from the door before they freeze and head back in the house.
Anyway, no matter how long I’m out in Michael’s office, when I do come in they are always at the door waiting. I used to think they hear me approach the door and come running, but John – Michael’s associate – took this picture, and apparently they stay at the door however long it takes for me to come back in…
I am loved.
(Or at least I’m the one who gives out treats most often…)