Ah yes, the life of a book and product reviewer is so very sweet. I receive deliveries from UPS (not to mention FedEx and the good ol' postal service) at least three times a week. And even though it's usually something I've requested or I know is being sent to me, the thrill is still there as I rip into the bubble-wrapped envelope to see what it might contain.
As frequently as Brown delivers here, I'm still disappointed when I see the truck slow and then drive right on past my home. I'm not the only one. Just last week, the neighbors were getting a delivery, and Shadow was as close to their driveway as the electric fence would allow her to get, wagging and whining away, as if to say, "What about me? Aren't you going to come see me?"
Today I had just put Kyle in his room for naptime, when Shadow jumped down from the purple chair that she had claimed for her naptime ("It's a dog life?" Sign me up for that one).
She ran to the front door, whining excitedly and wagging her tail.
I opened the door and she bolted towards her favorite person: our friendly UPS driver. This is the first time that the drop of the packages on the doorstep has caused her to go outside, but I think she's generally outside to begin with at delivery time. The driver (I think her name is Cheryl? I've asked, but I always forget) was halfway across the lawn returning to her truck parked in the street.
Shadow wasn't about to let her escape. She ran out to meet her, as I called "She heard you, and just had to come see you," with a big grin on my face.
"I left your treats with the packages," she told her black furry friend. "Go get your treats."
"I'm not sure if it's the treats she came out for, or the ear-rubbing," I explained. I called her back to the porch, waving a treat, so that she might have an incentive to leave the friendly gloved hands of her friend in brown so that Cheryl (?) could go on to make someone else's day with a delivery.