Daddy Is Home!

I know everyone at my house is excited when I get home from work for the day, but no one celebrates me getting home from work quite like my dog April.  Sure, the kid runs around the house sometimes too, but my dog is literally beside herself in shear joy at my arrival.  Honestly, it is one of the best parts of my day.

When I do manage to get in and sit down, this happens...

This means it is time for me to do "stupid human tricks"...aka, water, food or a trip outside.  I am the only one she does this to.  I am usually more than happy to help....after all, she just about had a heart attack when I got home because she was so happy to see me...how could I say "no"?