Apollo was home, but he wasn't inside. From his spot on the pasture fence than ran along the side, and back of the house, he watched Adam stand and ring the doorbell as he tried to balance his package. Tsk.
He dropped off the fence, found his sandals hidden in the grass, and shoved one hand into the pocket of his jeans while the other rested on the shoulder of the white cow that decided to join him for his walk back to the gate.
There was no hurrying.
When he arrived at his destination, he leaned against the gate and patted the cow's forehead. "Hey, squirt, how long are you gonna stand there holding that?" Kissy noises for the cow~ Aw.