Due to back and neck problems, I haven't been able to walk my Brutus boy since Spring. Needless to say, he has had a very big change to his routine, and hasn't been all that happy about it. He's still been able to go to the lake with Don on the weekends, thank the gods, but during the week he just lays around the house waiting for his dad to get home from work.
His inner clock lets him know to start watching out the window around 4:00. He may wait five minutes, or he may wait an hour and a half, but either way, when he sees that red truck turn the corner he goes flying. The weird thing is, after a quick "hello" he feels the need to grab a toy or bone of some sort and come running in to the bedroom where I usually am, and wait for Don to come in to say "hello" to me. Once that's done, then life is good. He'll chew on his bones, play with his toys and eat his food. Otherwise, forget it. He might as well be laying in a crate.
He was so beyond excited. Don left his truck at the end of the driveway, and Brutus could hardly stay in his fur. If I would have been thinking, I would have taken him off of his tie. The next few pictures speak for themselves.
Now that the Welcome Home is done, it's time to go find a toy. For some reason, there aren't any outside, so he grabs some cleaning cloths and comes running with those.
