Frank and I couldn't wait to get home to this little guy. I even brought my little dog-house frame with Rocky's picture in it, to put on our night table! We thought of him the whole time; wondering what he was doing, who he was playing with, if he was sleeping...
How attached we are to him. He's our baby- or better put, our bubbies. We raced home just to come home to him and was it ever the greatest of reunions. Nanay just opened the front door and out he ran! He was so excited, all tail-waggied (vs. bushy-eyed) and kissy. I was so happy to see him, and so was Frank, until he passed out on my bed--- note: he didn't sleep that night as he stayed at the Casino--therefore I had much more re-bonding time with Rocky, as we tried to wake Frank up. To no avail, he slept, I got bored and fell asleep, and as did Rocky. We woke up together to eat a Sunday's Supper.
Reunited and it feels so good
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