They are my home.
They love me no matter what.
And I need them both.
I need to snuggle up with them, and cry to them, and laugh with them and play with them.
Love is a gift. Unconditional love is even greater. If you've found it, snuggle up and hold on tight. This is the good stuff.
I think it's pretty universal for dogs to jump and pant and get all excited when we get home. I'm not saying my husband jumps and pants when I come home. In fact, if he panted, I would worry, and if he jumped, I would probably have a heart attack.
But he sure does love me no matter what.
No matter my bad attitude, or my unpredictable hormonal mood swings, or my sinful selfishness.
I want to snuggle him forever.