No Place Like Home...

...unless you count the comfort of Daddy's big strong arms.

Not seeing his dad every night, I can tell the Doodle misses Jim when he's gone. He rolls over and pats the bed where his dad sleeps and looks at me sometimes like he doesn't know if he's coming back.

When Jim came home on Friday night from being gone all week and rang the doorbell, the Doodle ran to the door thinking it was one of his autism appointments, when he saw it was his Dad, he let out a high pitch scream of excitement, ran back toward me and started flapping his arms like he was trying to fly. Jim opened the door and the Doodle ran straight into his arms.

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