Home late

I got home late Friday after a long week in Chicago.  The little dog had been alone most of the day because Aki had left for California earlier in the day.

Larsen's head popped up in the laundry room door as I pulled into the garage.  He had been sleeping at the door in the belief that sooner or later someone would remember him and come home to him.

We played around when I came in, and he ran in circles, picked up his duck and ran upstairs where he placed the bird next to my pillow.  I love you too.