Despite having the most tremendous time of my life this summer during our 21 days in the Mediterranean I thought about Truffle every day. And every time I saw a little dog — or any dog for that matter — I missed him terribly.
So of course I was thrilled when John and Kerrie — the lovely couple from Australia who took care of Truffle while we were gone — said they’d bring Truffle when they came to pick us up at the airport.
And did they ever bring him! As I stood outside waiting to see their car I noticed a cute little pup trotting along. A moment later — when the dog came hurtling towards me — I recognized him as my own sweet pup. He dove right in to a joyous snuffling of all the exotic fragrances I’m sure I carried from the morning in Paris and all day on an airplane.
Kerrie snapped this photo and just emailed it to me this morning. I still can’t decide who looks happier to be together, me or my pup.