Anticipation

Every weekday, right around 3 o' clock, Mayzee jumps up into the front window. She sits patiently and watches up the street.
When they first come around that far corner, a small yip always escapes. Then her ears drop back, flat against her head. Her tail starts wagging. It wags so hard that her whole backside is in motion. By the time the kids make it to the street in front of our house, her whole body is shaking like she's having some sort of seizure and there is a constant stream of growls, yips, and whimpers.
Mayzee greets the kids at the front door, jumping and wiggling all over the place. She won't leave the kids alone until each one of them has said hello. No one can ever dispute that she loves "her" kids!