Last week I headed off to BlogPaws, a pet blogging/social media conference in the Washington D.C. area. I was gone from home for five days. On the long flight back to Seattle, what kept a smile on my face is knowing how glad my two dogs would be to see me upon my return.
Boy, was I right.
My dogs jumped up on me (they don’t usually jump up), greeted me with kisses, rubbed their face on me, and wagged their little nugget tails at what appeared to be 100 miles per hour.
However….
Flash forward to the next day when my husband and I left the house for two hours and returned to a greeting with nearly the same intensity as the day before.
Moral of the story? Dogs can’t tell time.

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