Koby just retuned home from spending a couple nights at my parents house. We dropped him off on our way to the tulip fields on Friday so he wouldn't be along. When I tried to pick him up, my mom said he wasn't ready to come home and was in the middle of a "spa weekend". (Sure mom, I know it was you that enjoyed his company.) Koby took naps in the sun, ate two dinners on one evening, took a nap on the couch, had lunch on the patio, and even spent his nights on the guest bed-just after my Mom tucked him in. She still won't fess up about the night time story.
I think his favorite part was just being able to mosey around without the fear of being tackled by the kids.
Hey Koby, I'm happy that you got some time to rest but I'm happier that you are home. The chickens need some chasing, the UPS man missed giving you a treat, and the floor is dirty with crumbs.
You're bedding is clean and I have your spot saved on the bed. Love you, buddy.
Pictures taken on the Oregon coast in 2007.
Funny...I was going to do a post with the same title, about Duncan. It wasn't going to be nearly as sweet though.
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