Waiting for Dad

5pm Friday and from my desk in the office, I turned around, only to see this view of the dogs staring out the front window waiting for their dad to come home.

Right on schedule, Gibson started barking the minute he caught sight of DG on the sidewalk. It's ok to greet Dad with a bark, but I try to explain to him that during the day, he is only to bark when the mailman arrives. He is constantly crying wolf however when he sees maybe a leaf blowing across the lawn, or a squirrel climbing the tree, or a snowflake fall or absolutely nothing.