So Samuel's first day home drew to an end. The whole experience had been a sensory overload, not only for him, but for us. Our noses had become accustom to the subtle scent of dog; our eyes were continually on the lookout for any ground sniffing or inclination towards a particular area of the carpet; our ears found a sudden yelp unfamiliar yet comforting. Our lives were never going to be the same. As we pondered this realisation, Samuel was only thinking about one thing, and no doubt dreaming about another.
And we wouldn't have him any other way.
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