Home Sweet Home

Boston is great.

And grad school is great (seriously).

But there is nothing like coming home and realizing just how much you’ve missed it.

My parents have flitted off to Cancun for the weekend (well maybe “flitted” is not quite the right word – they are getting a last chance to visit family before moving to Uruguay for the next three years), and I was put in charge of caring for our dog, Skye. We adopted Skye about a year and a half ago. My parents worked full time, as did I, however I did not go into the office until very late in the afternoon. It therefore became my duty to take care of Skye while my parents were out of the house. She was a rambunctious little puppy: mischievous and full of energy, but sweet as candy. I started reading the puppy books, looking online for puppy-raising tips, and even watching Cesar Milan’s “The Dog Whisperer” to figure out how to properly raise this little ball of energy. After investing countless hours working with her and studying the material available to me, I am proud to say that today she is the sweetest, most well-behaved dog I have ever met, (absolutely no bias present on my part). And I hadn’t realized how much I missed her until I got home last night and she jumped all over me in excitement as soon as I walked in the door.

Oh yea, and seeing my parents again was great too.

Love you, mom and dad!