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My parents picked me up at the airport. Our car pulled into the garage and I leapt out, ran to the kitchen door, entered the house, and threw myself at our dog. She spent my first day back confused and uncertain. She spent my second day sitting on my lap. On the third day I left the house briefly and she sat in front of my mom and stared at her, trying to gauge how my mom felt about me leaving, and when I came back an hour and a half later she greeted me excitedly at the door. On the fifth day my mom and I packed a few things, grabbed a box of Christmas presents, and drove to Minneapolis so that I could meet my nephew. My dog did not like us packing the car. She barked and ran around the house and tried to keep us at home. We returned on the sixth day and she once again took her spot in my lap. We have now made it my to eighth day back in the country and we have returned to our normal routine: naps, sitting together as I do homework, snoring beside me as I try to fall asleep a