Friday, November 03, 2006

every day he waits....

at the window....he hears the bus and his ears perk up. he knows austen is coming home. he runs to the back window because austen comes home through nick's house and yard. he stands on my good chair and puts his scratchy-nailed feet on my coffee table...and he waits...

and then he runs to the back doorwall because that is the door that austen enters through. and his tail wags and his whole body wags and shakes...and he knocks the rug out of place because he is so excited...and he waits...






and then austen comes into view and he goes spastic...he wags so hard that he can hardly stand up and his feet almost go out from under him...and he waits for that door to open....








and it is true love....at least on champ's part.... Posted by Picasa

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