apparently there are 2 kinds of saints welcome home greetings...
mine...
dear new dog elvis..welcome to saints. here have some little caesars..oh my, you look lonely and cold, let me wrap you in my soft fleecy bathrobe and you can sleep safe in my arms.
and allie's...
(as i fling a bag of cottage leftover food out of her reach in the sink and run past her to pee)...dear carol..thank you for the 10 hotdog buns and a dozen chocolate chip cookies, i am now currently full.
damn sink surfing pitbull.
I agree with Anne