What a let down

I got home a little early from work today.
I ran upstairs and opened the door, expecting Milo to do his usual happy, crazy, jumping dance I was home.
No such luck.
He just sat on the end of the bed and looked at me. All lazy like, "oh your home are you? oh well"
What is the world coming to if you can't count on your dog to be excited that you're home.
What a let down!
Little bugger better be excited to see me tomorrow or....
C'mon we all know "or" nothing.
Or... I'll be annoyed he wasn't happy to see me two days in a row.
Boo!
:(