Around 5:30 I always know it's time for my dad to come home. Usually my mom opens the blinds overlooking the driveway so I can sit on the bed and watch for him.
Once I see my dad's truck in the driveway I run to the front door to greet him. I usually make it to the door before he does, so I jump up to look out the window.
Alas! Dog's best friend is home!