"Maggie? Poppa's here!" I said loudly to Maggie as she then jumped on the couch to see out the den window and started squealing.
You could see my father sitting in the car with the light on while he prepared my medications.
"Barf!" dad emitted loudly as he walked across my yard to the front door. "Barf!"
Maggie and I were standing at the screened door looking out.
Maggie started to bark in earnest and soon the whole neighborhood's dogs were barking as well. This just brings the biggest smile of joy on my face every time. It never gets old.
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