A matter of priorities

I arrived home from D.C. tonight to the thrilled dancing and barking of two dogs who – I thought – were beside themselves with the sheer joy of my renewed presence.

Until I made my way to the kitchen and they both did the sit-and-stare with a focus  that only a begging dog can accomplish.

I am apparently viewed less as a much-missed and beloved friend than as that guy who can be counted on to fetch biscuits on command.