If You Really Missed Me Last Week, I’d Rather Not Know
I returned home from my week at Harvard yesterday. Everything was on time, except my ride home from the airport. Leave it to Cap’n Firepants to strand me at the curb.
In the car on the way back to the house, everyone’s expectations were high for Wonderbutt’s reaction to my homecoming. Dimples assured me that he had missed me, evidenced by his decision to pee on the floor twice while I was gone. I reflected back on how many people in my life have expressed their feelings toward me this same exact way, and realized that I may have misinterpreted their actions. Ah, it’s good to be loved.
When we got to the house, and entered, Wonderbutt was in the Kitchen Corral with Mrs. P.I.B. I put down my bag, and went over to release the hounds by moving the baby gate. Wonderbutt did not seem to be surprised that I had suddenly reappeared. Once the gate was moved, he gave my jeans a couple of sniffs. Unimpressed, he raced to the front door to see if anyone more exciting would be coming through the portal.
Using Dimples’ logic, I suppose the only way to tell that Wonderbutt was moved by my return was that he neglected to mark any territory in the hallway last night. I’ve had better greetings, but I guess I’ll take what I can get.