I love that moment when I turn into my driveway and get a little burst of happiness at being home, mostly because I know that I'm about to get to change into pajamas.
But sometimes, I turn in and laugh...because my husband likes to hang out in the driveway. He plays in the garage and tinkers around with his truck and lawn mowers. And sometimes...sometimes he brings the dogs outside and ties them onto something so that they can hang out, too.
Diesel with the look of shame at being tied up.
Diesel on the left pouting. Cash on the right after getting brushed. Anyone need lab fur?
This happened twice this week.
I love my husband...and I bet our neighbors do, too. ; )