|Ted in 1988|
Whenever we came back from vacations, Ted always got super excited. On a side note, he was always fat too when we came back. This was back in the day before portable digital cameras with motion detectors but I'm pretty sure whenever we left, Ted just sat around his food bowl and boredom ate until we returned. But back to the story at hand.
Ted was always super excited to see us and as our car down the driveway, he would pick up the nearest thing at hand and proudly carry it around to show us how excited he was. Sometimes this was a stray glove, a bucket and once even a blade of grass. However, most of the time it was usually a stick that had fallen from one of the trees. In this particular case, it was a large branch that had fallen from the tree.
All the fetching and proud displays of his happiness played a number on Ted's teeth over the years. By the end of his life, the back teeth were so worn that you could stick a thin stick through his closed mouth and wiggle it around. Dogs are so open with their happiness of a returning person they loved. I wish my daughters were the same way. I'm lucky to get a "Hi dad" some days.