He throws that fun red ball and it bounces ten times before I can catch it - this is the best part of my day. I run back to the spot that he is standing, waiting for me to sprint back. How does he always know I am going to come back? I mean, I always will because I love him a lot; but what if... I also really like when he comes home. I run up to him trying to get his attention in any which way before my sister Lucy can. She is always tailing me as we get up from the couch to get to the front door. He greets us and asks us about our day - like we are going to answer him. Sometimes I just want to tell him, “You know that I am a dog, right?” but I just love him too much to break the news.