The Meaning of Life

Yesterday, I was lying on the floor next to the sofa contemplating the meaning of life, Tim was on the sofa doing the same thing and Mandy was out seeing a client. I was getting close to a definitive answer when suddenly I heard Mandy's voice right next to us. I jumped up and gave her an enthusiatic greeting with lots of licks and tail and whole body wags. It is the first time she has snuck in without me realising. (She claims she did no sneaking.) Tim hadn't realised as well until she scratched him gently on the head. I usually hear the car or the back gate or something. Anyway, the meaning of life no longer seemed important compared to Mandy's return.

"Everybody's life really consists of small things."
"A New Earth" Eckhart Tolle

Life is great when your beloved pack member returns home.

Homecoming

I am lying on the sofa. Just in a dreamy state, half way between asleep and awake. I hear, "beep, beep." I am up! She's home! I ran down to the back gate with glee. Tim follows some way behind. Tim finally gets there and opens the gate. I ran out and Mandy is in the car. She opens the door, I leap in and give her licks. We reverse up the driveway together, this is so that there is no chance I will get run over. Or I'm lying around on the back deck around the time Tim is due. I hear something at the back gate, I look up and there he is. I run down in an exuberant fashion. I immediately give him leg licks. He walks his bike up the drive and I lick each calf with each step. Oh, the joy of the pack back together again! How do you greet pack members on their return. I recommend you run to them with great enthusiasm.