Our dog does a pretty good impression of popcorn when either Tomis or I gets home. As soon as the door opens, there is our Guinness, jumping up and down like a nut. It really doesn’t matter that it took over an hour in stop and go traffic to get home; once our front door opens there is a maniac dog whose entire world was made better just by your presence. It is great.
House just came on, so Tomis and I are officially on our Monday night date in front of the tv.