We arrived home at around two. Our poor Great Danes, Leo and Dexter, were in complete shock. I expected them to jump like crazy and instead they walked to me calmly with a subdued tail wag. Poor little poochies.
Blake slept only three and a half hours on the plane, but got excited when he got to rediscover all his old toys after three weeks away, which is quite a chunk of life for him. Eventually I got him to fall asleep in our bed and we all napped until the evening.
Lots to write about the trip, but I'll need to recover a tiny bit. I'm in zombie state at the moment.
Good to be home, though.