The drive home for Matthew dragged on, and when he finally pulled into the driveway, he was exhausted. The night spent with Emma was beyond worth it. Sighing and getting his bag out, he jumped out of the truck and trudged up the walkway. He was grateful his dad allowed him to install that dog door a few months ago. Bullet would have at least been able to relieve himself, but he probably shredded a few toys.
He quickly opened the door to a mässacre of stuffing all over the living room floor. Bowing his head, he saw a sleeping lump on the couch with several empty toy bodies underneath it.
"Bullet," Matt spoke softly, and the dog shifted a bit but stayed on the couch, "I am home, buddy. I'm sorry," He closed the door, went to the kitchen to fill up the dog's food bowl with a double portion
