Coming home to my dog! (And my daughter but she isn't as happy to see me. She is having too much fun with the grandparents. Mommy spoils the fun )
That's what Lily does every time I come home. I walk out on the porch with them (I have to walk out with them or else she won't go out) and I tell her "go potty" but she just sits there wiggling looking at me. Eventually I'm able to convince her that she has to pee, but it takes a while sometimes lol. I love her to death though. Dogs really are the best. It doesn't matter how much crap you had to put up with at work, or how many clients yelled at you, or anything else that happened, as soon as you walk in the door it's like the world doesn't exist for a minute; it's just you and your dog. It's the best feeling, the best anti-depressant, the most cathartic moment of my day. Wouldn't trade it for the world.