It's hard to come back from a great trip, but on the way home, I always get excited that I'm going to see my dog again, and it always gives me a big kick when he's excited to see me, too. Rationally, based on the many times that I've left and come back to an overjoyed dog over the eight years that I've had him, I should know that he will still recognize me and love me when I get back, but it's always such a moment of pure pleasure when I do see him and he's all wiggly because I'm there.
(This is a picture that my cousin took while she was watching him for the week -- look at what a sweet old grump he's turned into.)
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