Waiting for Me

My darling sister has a penchant for leaving our patio blinds open at night...when the lights are on in the living room and kitchen. 


I guess you can probably imagine what that means.


 Yes, that's right. The whole world can see into our living room, dining room, and kitchen. 


Obviously, this doesn't bother her at all, but I definitely have a problem with the occupants of our apartment complex viewing me in my jammies and head scarf. Ha. 


Anyways. As I drove up the street that leads to the parking lot in front of our building, the first thing to catch my eye was, of course, our living room. 


I rolled my eyes. I mean really...it's like fighting a losing battle.  


As I pulled into a parking space, my eyes rose to our patio window. Just barely visible was a little head. I chuckled to myself. An uninformed passerby may have just assumed that the brown blob was a piece of furniture, but it was, in fact Oliver, my mini dachshund. As I got out of the car, I saw him rise to a standing position. As I walked toward the stairwell,  he turned away from the patio door. By the time I had turned my key in the lock and pushed the door open, Ollie was there... tail wagging, with that happy doggy look on his face that can only be described as a grin. 


That welcome home was worth every minute of the year that it took to house train him. 


Don't get me wrong. He still drives me crazy with his incessant chewing. His thievery of my unmentionables and socks. His barking at anything that moves when we're outside. The way he pretends he doesn't know what the words "come here" or "get down" or "stop" mean. His stubbornness.


All that notwithstanding, he is a good dog and sweet natured. He loves to be with people and loves when people come to our house to visit. If he's sitting by you, he has to be touching you. At this very moment he's literally laying on my feet. Ha. 


I'm sure he didn't spend the entire 8 hours that I was at work sitting by the patio waiting for me to come home...but it was definitely nice to know that he was there waiting for me when I did. 


As corny as it may sound, that wagging tail and doggy grin pretty much made my night. 

Whoever said money can't buy happiness, forgot about little puppies.

-Gene Hill