August 31st, 2012

When I got home from work last night, Oscar saw me from the kitchen and, for the first time, came running and shouting to the door to meet me! It’s the most touching ‘first time’, yet.

Although, ‘running and shouting’ was more ‘grunting and dragging himself across the floor at a glacial rate’. He made it half way before I gave in and stepped to him.

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