Dad is finally home! Of course at first I didn’t come up and say hi. First I had to go and sniff all his stuff… where has he been? Has he been eating carrots without me? I have to know!
It turned out that he’d been up north somewhere, and everything of his smelled weird – dad said it was “chlorine” from the pool. Whatever you say dad.
I’m just glad he’s back; I prefer the way he makes breakfast.
-Gus
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3 responses to “Dad’s Home!”
It’s a good thing he didn’t eat carrots with out you!
Good going Gus … Mr. Cool! Did Betsy slobber all over him???
Sounds like you handled your dad’s return with just the right amount of interest, but not too much attention!