How the Dogs see us

You know when you have "one of those days" at work??
The day when a co-worker is unkind, topped off by discourteous and unprofessional?
The day when your supervisor backs the co-worker, not you?
The day when the customer rips you  a new one, after you tried to resolve, kindly, their service issue?
AND THEN... you come home and who greets you??
YOUR DOG! (In my case, both my dogs )
And you know what?
They don't care what kind of day you had.
 All they see is you.
They see the person they missed (if that's a valid "dog" emotion) all day.
They see the person that has showed up for their favorite time of day-mealtime!
They see the person that let's them roll all over them, snore next to them,
hog the couch or easy chair and any afghan readily available.
In our Dog's eyes, we can hardly do any wrong.  We are GREAT - just the way they see us.
Thank goodness for "one of those days" at work.  Because those kinds of days make coming home to our dogs all that much better.

Disappearing Act

Maxie was gone!  Rope and all!
10 minutes before: The shimmering frost out in the yard this morning gave away the temperature. Maxie, out for her last hurrah,before settling in for her day long nap, gingerly approached the cold lawn.  I turned to finish getting ready for work,& ran out to warm up the car.
Fast forward to my horrible discovery - I ran the outside line of the house and headed east down our street, calling for her.  The neighbor dogs alerted by my yelling, came to attention. - I looked thier directions,  hoping maybe Maxie had wandered into one of  their yards and they were voicing their disapproval at her arrival.
 No  luck!
 I turned and headed west, frantically looking side to side in between houses while jogging down towards the other end of the street..
and then...there she was!
 Nose diligently to the ground, nonchantly inspecting whatever it was that had her devoted attention. 
She heard me,
She looked up,
She wandered into the middle of the street and stared straight at me,
with, I swear, a look that said,
"What the heck are you doing in the middle of the street?"
I scooped her up. She was shivering. I carried her, 20' rope dragging behind us, back home.
I love that dog.

Breakfast of champions!

I love early mornings with my dogs.   They seem to have a penchant for rising at 4 a.m., and no matter how hard I try, I cannot get them to sleep in. I hear the click,click of their toenails on the wood floor, Mia howls, (I guess I'm not moving fast enough!),  and Maxie turns in circles while running towards the outside door.  Outside for their business and then back in for breakfast.  I"m back to sleep until 5 or so, and then up again for fresh coffee. Maxie snuggles back into her bed with her full belly and Mia follows me incessantly until I settle in my favorite recliner,1st cup of joe in hand and jumps up next to me. She settles in for her post breakfast nap.
Share your early morning routine....

A tribute to all the veterans past and present, that fearlessly protected us. 

Mia speaks: What I did on my summer vacation: oh, and pass the sunscreen

Maxie speaks: I"m 11 . I"m the studious one.

Mia speaks:  I'm 5, but I only feel 30 :).  I favor a warm snuggly round bed and have an aversion to anyone or anything that dares pass by me. I consistently display unfavorable behavior when the neighbor dog has the audicity to be out in her own yard.