It’s tough on the boys when we go on vacation. Not that they want to come along; they just prefer we remain at their beck and call. To let them in and to let them out. To dish up canned food early in the morning. To sit with them in the garden. To hand out treats and cater to their every whim.
So when we come home they let us know they’re happy we’re back.
And so it was, late on the evening of our return, after Benji had gone outside I heard him cry through an open window. Not his usual cry – a distress signal of sorts I thought. So I opened the front door – too late to see what was in his mouth – which he brought inside and dropped at my feet.
Fortunately the mouse was already quite dead – not an ounce of life left in him.
I knew it was a gift so I received it while he pranced around wild-eyed.
“Welcome back, Sue!”
Yes indeed. It’s good to be home.
~ Susanne and Benji