So, This Is Love

Moose meets us at the front door every time we come home whether we’ve been gone for 15 minutes or 7 hours. Often, he hasn’t even shaken the catnap out of his head before he greets us. He stumbles into the front hall and flops over on his side directly in our path leaving us no choice but to get down on the floor and pet him and tell him how much we love him and missed him. One of us won’t do; we both have to take our turn. That’s all he requires.

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…

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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