The Hardest Part

My big brother started middle school this week.  My job is to walk him to the bus stop each morning.  And boy-oh-boy is it early!  We are out the door at 7 o'clock... <yawn>

It's pretty fun actually.  There are two of his buddies there too.  And then there are three girls.  One of them likes me - I know her.  The other two just stand there like zombies.  Teenagers.

After that, me and mom go for our morning walk.  Sometimes it's long, sometimes it's short.  Mom says it depends on what she has to do that day.  I think it depends on whether she's up for it or not.  <wink, wink>

The good think about going to school early is that he comes home early too!  So sometime not too long after lunch, I see Mom grab the leash and I know it's time to go back to the bus stop.  I can hardly wait to see my Austin!

The only problem with the first week of school is that we don't know exactly when the bus comes.  The first day, we had to wait.  And wait.  And wait.  I thought I'd never see that big yellow box with wheels!

Mom says waiting is almost always the hardest part of anything.  That people can usually deal with whatever happens - good, bad, in the middle.  But waiting is just a killer.

I hope I don't have to wait too often for things.  Or if I do, I hope I get treats?!?