My husband works a job that requires him to travel. His normal schedule involves packing a bag and heading out on Monday and returning on Friday. To be honest, after all of these years, I have never gotten used to Mondays. Every time he leaves, a tiny bit of depression sets in on my mood. And every Friday is a big day for me. The anticipation of his return makes me wake up early and smiling. I schedule my whole day around his arrival, making sure I am home when he walks through the door. And then I hear the truck pull up, and he opens the door. With arms open we run to each other, almost laughing with joy. We meet and he reaches down and scoops up....the dog!
Okay, okay. I may have exaggerated that scenario just a bit. He always does hug me first. But I will admit that I am a little jealous of the affection that is poured into his baby puppy. She's an Olde English Bulldog pup, the dog of his dreams. With a face that ugly, you have to think she's cute. So when I read this homework I knew exactly what I "loved to hate" about my husband. Admittedly, I have fallen for her too.
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