One evening a couple of weeks ago I was sitting in the Den, which is at the back of our shotgun-style farmhouse, with my laptop on my lap when CLICKETY, CLICKETY, CLICKETY! in raced Prince, with a ginormous smile on his face. Prince lives around the corner from us and he is a Very Happy dog. When he sees us he is in danger of levitating off the ground because his tail is whirling around so fast. Evidently Prince had been begging to come into our house for a long time and this time ! it was O.K.!! He was ecstatic. 75 pounds of solid muscle came rocketing into my lap (the laptop narrowly missed obliteration). He then checked out the rest of the first floor. He zipped out the front door, leapt off the porch, ran around us, his owner and the front garden (twice) before begging to go back in. So we did. And the first thing he did was to make a beeline for the den where he climbed into Hilda's chair and sat with a happy grunt...
Then he dashed outside again.
I love it when Prince visits.
*I've never been able to capture Prince on camera since he is always moving. This must be a close relative. Photo courtesy of Scandblue on Flickr.
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