Home Again, Home Again, Jiggidy Jig

I am home and I smell like my own dog, who seemed delighted to see me, as was the Butcher, which I believe is more than a girl can ask for in this world.

Family who’s got your back and a dog that misses you.

That’s worth coming home to, I’ll tell you what.

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5 thoughts on “Home Again, Home Again, Jiggidy Jig

  1. Of course not. One is still feigning indifference, but the tiny cat finally was at least kind enough to pretend to be glad to see me when I was trying to get to sleep last night.

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