Home is Dutch. The beach. Carrots.
Home is a long nap on the couch with my human because traveling makes her tired and long days shooting The Other 999 make her gimpy brain even gimpier.
Home doesn't have Corn Dogs or meat grilling machines or a dude like Tiffy's dad who totally understands the magic of meat... but that's ok. Because at home I don't have to share my human or Nikon or treats with anyone except Dutch and he's kind of afraid of me so I don't exactly have to share 100%. But please don't tell my human that.
Traveling to all the other coasts and meeting everyone has been superfun, and I can't wait to go to Portland & Seattle in a few weeks. But right now it just feels good to be home.
What is home for you?