I think Dorothy was on to something in the Wizard of Oz.  There is no place like home!

We have been home almost 1 1/2 hrs now.  We drove 14 hours today.  Made excellent time!!!  Beautiful weather. Good company.  No complaints.

As soon as we pulled up into the driveway, the chickens came running down their ladder.  They had been upstairs in their roosting area.  They had already gone to bed for the evening.  Peter started crowing his welcome.  They were happy to see us.

I walked up to the front door and out of the corner of my eye, there was a blur of black and a blur of white.  Kali (she is a black and caramel colored calico kitty) and Castro (Kali’s son, a white kitty) were running up to the house to greet us.  They were rolling on the ground in front of my feet.  “Pet me!  No, wait, let me give you kitty kisses.  No, wait, Pet me!…..”  In the meantime the chickens were still carrying on.

Finally made it into the house and there was Loki.  That poor bunny had spend the entire 10 days we were gone in his bunny box.  I went over and immediately let him out.  He wiggled his nose and then promptly hopped into a corner to pout.  He was upset that he had spent that long in his box.  In the meantime, the cats were wanting loved and fed and the chickens were still clamoring for attention…

MFH (My Favorite Husband) was carrying things into the house.  I hurried to help him.

The chickens saw me out in the yard again and started kicking up a fuss even louder than before!

I told MFH that I would help him in a minute but I was going to have to take care of the animals.

So, I came into the house and put some freeze dried meal worms into a tub.  Stopped to feed the cats some kitty treats.  Went outdoor to the chickens.  They were so excited!  I’ve never seen them this excited before!  I opened their door and gave them their worms.  All was well.

I hurried back into the house.  I opened a can of cat food (special treat!) and gave them some of that.

THEN, I helped carry the rest of the stuff into the house.  I have unpacked the suitcases and have the first (of many) loads of laundry going.

Tomorrow morning, I will go and pick up Paxton (my dog) from Reggie’s House. He will be a pooped pooch.  He always has a Reggie Hangover when he comes home from there.  Too much playing with the other dogs I expect.

It’s great to be home!