This is too precious a moment to miss sharing with you, so I had to take a photo of it today.
Every day, Monday through Friday, Wyatt, our rescued, four year old Havanese, waits patiently for the glimpse of a yellow bus. This little fluffy fella has done this since he was eight weeks old.
He stands or sits by the door for hours, usually beginning somewhere near two p.m. and will do so until the school bus drops Michael, age 13, off around four-thirty. When his boy is finally in sight, Wyatt shakes and wiggles all over and you can just see the love and excitement.
The unconditional love our pets feel for us is truly amazing. Sometimes I think we should be more like them.
Mom, wife, nuclear medicine/biotech professional, and writer residing slightly north of Atlanta, but originally from Memphis. Takes iced tea and bbq seriously. Past President GA Society of Nuclear Medicine Technologists, member of ATL Writers Club,and an associate member of International Thriller Writers. Seeking representation.