Five days ago the dude left for California to attend the wedding of our niece and visit our eldest daughter. Ever since he’s been gone, the boy has been somewhat outside of himself.

Two or three times a day he walks to the front window and just sits or stands, looking out in heartfelt anticipation. Ozzy has been in neutral with a look in his eyes of question ever since Thursday. 

At times, when he goes outside, instead of turning left toward the yard, he makes a direct beeline right, only to stop abruptly at the top of the driveway, to stare. Daddy’s car is not there. Then, as if in a state of sheer indignation, he runs to the grassy area of the yard where a cabal of fallen leaves makes for a perfect tantrum-throwing area, ‘Get out of my way.’ he seems to say as he continues to bluster through the leaf ridden knoll left behind by a frightfully windy night.

The dude’s return this afternoon should prove interesting.

There’s going to be crying,

and jumping and running around the car,

and slobbery kisses……….

I wonder how Ozzy will react.

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