Coming Home…

One of the best things about owning dogs is coming home after work or school. What better way to be greeted then with two dogs who want nothing more than your love and affection….well the food part certainly does help.

I’ve had some tough times at my school. Nothing really bad, but the teacher we have on Tuesdays and Thursdays has at times dropped a surprise speech on our laps. Speeched scare me! I just make the speech because I have to now-a-days, but they used to scare the crap out of me. I am doing better though. That doesn’t mean I don’t dread the day it happens.

After that class, it’s usually somewhere between 9:30pm and 10:30pm. I call Jason on my way home and on occasion another friend just so I have a driving buddy. I get tired around that time and it helps to talk to someone. I enter my drive way, open my garage door, and park the car in the garage. I unlock my door and enter and immediately, there are two very happy faces fighting to get to me before I even step into the door. It’s the best feeling in the world to know you are loved that much!

Sparky, my shepherd mix, is a skinny girl. In fact, she’s a bit bony right now. I’ve been feeding her a lot more than usual but her metabolism is on some sort of speed trip right now. She’s about 10 1/2 years old now and is as active as a puppy on crack. I thought dogs’ systems were suppose to slow down by this point? I guess in her case, she’s opposite. But, for the record, I feed her twice a day, every day, veggies, tomato sauce, and fish. She’s on a special low-inflammation diet as is her sister.

Skye, my Siberian husky, is the opposite of Sparky. She usually borders her weight limit on the high end. She doesn’t eat as much as Sparky but she gains the weight anyhow. The way I see it, she just doesn’t have the same amount of energy as Sparky. She doesn’t need as much food as she does. She’s about 8 1/2, but she’s like a young lady who occasionally sticks her fingers in an electrical outlet. She gets these bursts of energy where no one, and I mean NO ONE, should get in her way. She’ll spin around and around and around and occasionally run in a circle. If Sparky gets too close to her, she’ll beat her up with her butt. Watch out for that thing! Her ass is a blunt-force weapon, and she knows how to use it. She’ll knock down Sparky down like a bulldozer running through a pack of sunflowers. Of course, Sparky does get back up or hold her ground and goes in for another rush of Skye mania. I think Sparky has a death wish sometimes. She’s a smart dog, but she can’t help herself when it comes to figuring out what makes Skye tick.

These two dogs have made me laugh, cry, get mad, excited, and fall in-love. They are my best friends, my bed warmers, my confidants, and my companions. Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him. But he doesn’t stick his nose in my ass to greet me when I come home like my dogs do. How can anyone beat a wonderful greeting like that?

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