Together at last. Together forever.

P. Unky finally came home last night. After five days of not seeing his papa, Nuschler didn't know what to do with himself.

In dog years, P was gone for a little over a month, which led Nuschler to act like he was dead. At the beginning of the week, "Where's your papa?" would elicit an interested look and a quick listen for random sounds of movement in the house. By the end of the week, he looked at me with that "Stop toying with my emotions" look.

P thinks I only like having him home so that the dog has someone else to hang out with. Yup. That's most of it. There are few more annoying things than 100 pounds of fur perpetually in your way when you are late and wearing black. Scoot!

This morning, things are back to normal. Nuschler got his morning pets with a "fresh" sock in his mouth and I got to wake up without being watched by the brown eyes of accusation.