A special kind of facial

One of the best things about having dogs? Is that they are the best greeters in the world. When I return from a short trip out of town, my black dog can get the most amazing lariot action going with her curly tail, around and around like she's fixin' to lasso a sheep with it. She's so relieved to know that her protective aura extended far enough to prevent any harm from coming to me, wherever it was I went so recklessly without her. I crouch down, and she greets me with a thorough face-washing of love and glee.

The brown dog, meanwhile, just sits on me - all 65 pounds of him - which probably seems like the best way to keep me from going away ever again.