Last night, we were so excited when Daddy walked in the door. He had been gone for six full hours. We missed him so much. He had kind of become a permanent fixture in his recliner this week. We greeted him like he had been gone for six months instead of six hours. Unfortunately, I got a little too excited and now I could be going to jail! Daddy, said so! What did I do? I did this!
The Greyhound Who Might Be Trading His Spots For Stripes - Yikes!