You're back!

There's nothing like coming home to my dogs. It doesn't matter how much you love and adore the person or people you are living with, we as humans just don't react the same way. We don't run to the door. We don't jump up and down. We don't lick the person feverishly (well, maybe some of you out there do?). We don't even hug the person unless they've been gone for a long time.

With our dogs, even if we're gone into a store for 5 minutes while the other waits outside with the dogs -- the girls go through this routine of greeting us when we come back. It's desperate. It's as if they're saying "I thought you were never coming back, but I'm so happy we're together again!"

I'll say it again...there is nothing like coming home to my dogs. They are always excited to see me. That's a nice ego boost. It's nice to know that when I get home, I'll be greeted like a queen coming back to her court. I'll take that over our standoffish human greetings any day.