Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home, eh? After a week in sunny Tampa, I’m home in Seabrook. I know I was home when I woke up to the usual oppressive 104% humidity, and a monsoon. Yep, nothing like being home, eh?
When I walked in the front door last night, I was assaulted by two dogs who appeared deliriously happy to see me. Let me tell you, there’s nothing quite like a 75-lb. puppy throwing himself at you with abandom to make you feel welcome. One moment, I was happy to be home, the next I’m fearing for my safety. Yep, it’s good to be back among the comfortable, the familiar…and the dangerous.
It felt great to wake up in my own bed this morning…and trip over two dogs. There’s nothing quite like returning to the normal rhythm of life ‘round these parts…and damn if Judge isn’t even bigger than he was when I left.
