Le Routour du mon pere

The day was finally here. Dad comes home. I have to say that I have been counting down the days since he left. We arrived at the airport with the dog and we walked in. We had lots of trouble. But finally we got to the spot where we were supposed to be and I was so rambunctious and I could tell that the doogie (dog) was to because he was figgiting (if dogs can figit). We had to wait through two planes arriving until my dad's flight came in, but even then it took him forever to get out of the baggage claim because his bag was the last one off. He came out and I gave him the biggest rugby hug that you could imagine. After that we went on a wild excursion that my mom thought up the day my dad got back. Check out the next post for that.