Its a great feeling knowing that everyday when I leave work that I have a home to go to. Its not just a house, a place to live, a roof of our heads, its a home. As I make my way through the turns and the straight lanes of the roads leading to my street, one thing I know is constant. When I pull down the paved street that my home is on , the two Spoiled Brats hear my truck coming and all hell starts. There is no telling what they will break, tear up,or fight over before I open that door. The blinds are closed, there are no web camera’s. Benson and Toby are so ready for me to hold them, play with them and just hug them. Benson is the oldest of the two. He is 9 years old and weighs 53 lbs, Toby is 2 years old and weighs 12 lbs. Benson is getting to big to be sitting in my lap and I will miss those days. The first thing they want to know everyday is, what did you bring me ? Then they let me know they are hungry. But dinner is not ready so they have to settle for a snack. After the snack we go outside to play if its not raining. Knowing them as I do, they will not play long in this heat after being inside watching TV all day in the air-conditioning.