Walking in the door, there are two black wagging tails, four eyes looking up, and eight paws padding back and forth and jumping off the ground. Sabbie especially will jump and jump and jump, careful not to land against us, but unable to stay on mother earth. They wiggle and snort, sometimes pouncing on each other in their excitement. There are groans and growls, all to distract me from putting away my coat and purse.
It’s like watching the crowd at a Taylor Swift concert. In my dogs’ eyes, I’ve achieved celebrity status. I’ve arrived. I’m kind of a big deal around here.
If you walked into my house it wouldn’t be any different. I’ve seen the pizza delivery man get a pretty good reception too. So let’s all walk around this week like we’re a big deal.
Because we are. If only in the eyes of my dogs.
Peace . . .