I mentioned in a previous post, how nice it is to come home to find one (or both) of the dogs waiting for me on the balcony, or by the window.
The flip side to that, is the heartbreak of looking up as you’re preparing to leave you house, and seeing a pair of sad little eyes watching you leave.
Breaks my heart every time.
Yesterday I had to run out for dog food, and I looked up and Sampson was staring at me from the window.
It makes it awful hard to leave.
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