Achilles greeted me at the gate when I arrived home from work. It’s good to be greeted by his sweet furry face and gentle personality. His muzzle is grayer now, eight years after adopting him out of the shelter. I’m still quietly pleased and very deeply gratified that fate, chance, karma, luck, The Maker, what have you, bring us together. He’s been such a pleasure.
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Doesn’t it make everything better when you come home and see that you’ve made their day, simply by coming home and sharing some time with them.
Thank you for commenting! It’s so pleasurable to get out of the car and see one – or all three – dogs waiting for me. Life is so worth living, coming home to them (and of course my wife) makes it even more so.