Welcome home, pup.

There you are. Finally.
Come here, baby. Right here. Lay your head down on me, pup.

Missed you all day. You have no idea how boring it is, being alone without my favorite pet here to appreciate me. Just using your card isn't enough when you're not here for me to enjoy, you know.

Let me get a look at you.

Rough day?
Shh, shh- I know, baby. I know. Your shoulders are all tense... your jaw too.

Come here.

That's it. Down you go. Good puppy.

This is your spot. Right here. Knees on the rug, head in my lap, breathing me in while I decide if you've been good enough for more.
You smell like outside. Like work. Like stress. Like other people needing things from my loyal pup.

Not anymore though, are you? No. You're home now. Princess has you.

Tell me everything... or nothing; I don't actually care. Puppies don't talk, after all. Just make those little sounds you make when I pet you, and let me ruin you nice and slow tonight, just the way I like.
Oh, Princess knows that sounds good. Look at your pretty tail wagging...
Who's my good little paypet?

...that's right, baby. It's you.
Now open up for me- you and your wallet, pup. No excuses.

You wouldn't wanna make Princess regret keeping you, would you?