A little confused perhaps, at first, but ultimately glad to be home.

Longest separation ever, a full two weeks. Life has been good for him I do believe—varied travels, good company, lots of attention. Knowing him, I suspect that he has made an effort as well to contribute to the overall quality of life around him. He has a positive outlook and boundless enthusiasm.

In the days and hours prior to his return I felt increasing nervousness about our reunion, almost the kind of thing you might feel when going out on a first date. One worry has been that he will be disappointed in the rather tame and slow-moving agenda presently in effect here on the home front, no long walks, no fast bike runs, no swimming. But Pax also likes routine, and taking charge of his own territory.

Glad he’s back, and chi migwetch to everyone who befriended him the past two weeks.