“Honey, I’m home: Woof Woof!"

After 8 hours of staring at my computer screen, crunching numbers and trying to balance my clients accounts, I feel drained.  Honestly, I can't remember how I get from the office to my front door, it's like I’m on auto pilot.  

Then I open my front door and yell “Honey, I’m home”, and Bella replies “Whoof Whoof” and before I can even but down my briefcase, there comes Bella, charging down my passage way to greet me with the sloppiest kisses on my face.  

And there it is, like every day I come home from an exhausting day at work, it’s like a dark room was sudden bursting with light as I stare into his eyes and see how much he missed me and I can honestly say the feeling is mutual as I pry his paws off my suit. Of course, I am now covered in his fur, because that’s what you get for deciding to adopting a French Bulldog.  

I take off my suit, grab a shower and beer in hand, turn on the television to ESPN and as always, Bella climbs on top of me and commanding that I pet him and I oblige, because honestly who doesn’t want this comfort at the end of each day.