The Door…
Staring at the door, waiting for someone, anyone to come home. Life just seems a little better when you have someone to lean on, a hand to nibble, or someone to give out the belly rubbin’.
I know they get mad when I bark at the door, but what would you do when you really got excited for guests? They say hello, they shake, they talk to people.
What am I supposed to do?
Aug 05, 2009 | 0 | Observations
