Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Freckles, I'm Home

Deb:

Balancing my grocery sacks on my hip, I unlocked the door and entered the living room. “Freckles,” I called, “I’m home.”

For some reason I always expected Freckles to come running to the door to greet me. Our dogs had always done that, and I missed that expression of love (and hunger) that had always filled my heart with warmth. Freckles had never once run to greet me when I came home in the evening, so I certainly didn’t expect her to now.

The vision that greeted me upon walking into the room was a huge surprise.

3 comments:

archi's mum said...

Oh no! I hope you didn't drop everything and find Freckles fast! she's really terrified.

The Bunns said...

Yes... Yes ... Yes ....

Angel said...

I perfectly understand you! Just don't worry, look for Freckles!