The precocious prodigal son returns

It was a particularly lazy Sunday afternoon. Lucy and I had returned home from a long ride, 

it was very hot, and all I wanted to do was nothing.

 My idea of nothing is listening to a book, in the shade, in the company of animals.

 

 Animals don't understand the concept of nothing.

 Anyway, after trying to do a lot of nothing, it was time to go back to the house. 

 And who should be waiting for me but Junior, the little bugger...

just when I was getting used to the idea that he had run away from home and might never return.
I'd like to think he had missed us, but maybe he's just into the whole internet celebrity thing.
Hard to say with a wild child.

He turned around to look at something – I thought for sure Daddy or Auntie must be nearby, but no.

 He was by himself...

...strolling through as if he owned the place. 

I hope you're not tired of pronghorn posts because I get the feeling there will be more after all.