I always look forward to coming home from a business trip.
There is nothing quite like the comforts of home, no matter how nice the accommodations on the road might be.
Yesterday was no exception. after a week away I was more than ready to get back home. 
It was early Tuesday morning when Max picked me up at the airport. I knew once I got home I would be lucky to get 5 hours of sleep before I would have to get up and head out to drive my route.
None of that mattered as I was going to be able to sleep in the comfort of my own bed.
As we made the final turn up the driveway, I was glad to be home,soon to be greeted by the dogs, no matter how obnoxious they might be.
The one variable I did not factor in was this was the first time since 2006 that Loki would not be greeting me first as I walked into the house. 
There was no tail beating on the closet door.
There was no massive head,complete with a stuffed animal in his mouth, pressing up against me as I made my way into the dining room. 
I did not end up pinned against the kitchen cabinets as his 120 plus pound frame leaned against me to welcome me home.
It was at best an anti climactic end to my trip. 
Needless to say,it made me very sad.
This was not what I had envisioned as I made my way through 2 airports en-route to my final destination. 
The thought of this happening had never crossed my mind.
It was a very somber and sobering end to a very long trip.
And now I move on with the memory of that experience,one that unfortunately will play over again in the near future when I return from my next trip.
Now there's something I am not looking forward to!