Two little white dogs....

Coming home to two small dogs is good for the ego. It matters not how difficult my day may have been or that I might have scolded them for some infraction of household etiquette that morning. All is forgiven. It is always an uplifting experience to be greeted at the door by two little 20 pound furballs of excitement, leaping around and giving off squeals of delight due merely to my presence. Why do they do this? Certainly their little brains aren't so feeble as to be unable to remember when you left. Are they really that incredibly attached and devoted to you?

Many writers have pondered this phenomena. Every year I buy a calendar with tear off pages and each page has a quote on it concerning these amazing little tonics for the human ego. But none of the observations therein, even from the literary greats, begins to capture the moment. You have to get down on your hands and knees and be one of them for a minute - absorb yourself in their licks and nuzzles as they welcome you back to the den, pushing and shoving to get closer to you as if they would be happier yet if they could crawl right inside your skin with you. Then and only then can you appreciate the boundless joy they have at the very sight and touch of you - the true depth of their love and dedication.

It's either that, or the fact that they can't fill their own food dishes......