Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Waiting on a Friend

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!

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