Sunday, August 10, 2008


This is what I come home to everyday. Woofy waiting for me on the back of the sofa, staring out the window. The minute I open the car door I hear his little meow of welcome. Then he runs and meets me at the door. It's a great feeling to come home after a long day of work, to something that loves you unconditionally. To something that misses you and is there to greet you. And all he expects from me in return is acknowledgement in the way of a hello and a pat on the head. He's a cuddler though and loves attention and contact, which he gets plenty of.

Gin Gin, on the other had, could care less. She's so darn independent and aloof. I think it's a big act because once in a while she slips up and cuddles with hubby or me, or gets friendly. Then goes back to being unfriendly when she realizes what she's doing. She's a good cat most of the time, a little too curious which lands her in trouble once in a while. But you know what I do to punish her? I pick her up and love on her! LOL She hates that.


tigger9 said...

My dogs go crazy when i get home. They bark and jump all over me and it takes them 5 to 10 minutes to calm down. it usually depends on how long i've been go.

Nancy Bristow said...

Debbie...Pets are the best:) I had my last baby girl 5 pound yorkie for almost 13 years and we were attached at the hip. God I miss her. So far I can't go there again...maybe never but she was my "child."

Before that I had two other yorkies for 15 years....Nancy

Debbie Wallace said...

When I had dogs they did the same thing. Isn't it nice to come home and get greeted with such love and devotion?

Tigger9, I believe you're new here. Welcome:)

Debbie Wallace said...

Yorkies are so cute! And so tiny. You can take them anywhere without a problem. I know you loved them like your kids and even though they're gone, they're little spirits are still right beside you.