Austin : (Spinning wildly in circles) Oh, you’re home, you’re home, you’re home! Yay, YAY, everything is right now, you’re home!! Was it a good trip? Did you have – – hey, where’s that bone I had? I had a bone in my mouth that I dropped when I heard you come in. Where’s that bone? Oh well, never mind. You’re home, you’re home, you’re home, YAY!!!
Me: Well, thank you, Austin! You sure make a girl feel good! And how about you, Gabby? What have you got to say?
Gabby: ..…
Me: Gabby?
Gabby: (lifting head from basket) Here’s what I have to say.
I wish you would quit blithely flying in and out of here or there and not being here with us. That’s what I have to say. Plus, I bet you didn’t bring us anything. Not even a T-shirt that says that’s all we got, is this dopey tshirt.
Me: Well, I brought you me. I hope that counts for something.
Gabby: We’ll see.
Me: I thought only cats were supposed to get mad at their owners.
Gabby: Which only goes to show how much you know about the natural world. Check in with me after dinner. I might feel better then. Especially if dinner is steak. Just a suggestion. In fact, if dinner is steak… When are you going out of town again?
LOL!!! My dog, Tucker, is a great welcomer, too. He is also great at dialogue. We talk with him in ordinary conversational American English. Sometimes, though, I get really irritated with what my husband says to him. Yesterday, while I was struggling to clip Tucker's hair, he kept trying to step away and ended up slipping. My husband said, "Here, buddy... Let me put my arm around you. You're such a good boy. I'll support you." I don't remember him ever talking to our kids like that... and not to me in such a way, either.
You have it perfect!! We are so very blessed with our sweet pets!❤️❤️