She waits for me, when I am gone. The minute I go out the door, about twelve feet to the left of this living room window, she runs to her chair, hops up, and watches me go. Whether I am gone 10 minutes to feed the chickens, or an hour, she is there, in the chair, waiting for me to come back in. I know she doesn't spendall her timewaiting in that chair, but there is great comfort in knowing she loves me enough to watch me go, and enough to hop up and watch me come back in. And whether I'm gone 5 minutes, or 5 hours, the "welcome back!!!" greeting I get from her, and the other three silly mutts, is the most enthusiastic, loud, sloppy-kisses greeting on earth. You would think I was the Queen, come to town. It is, in fact, one reason I need dogs. They love me so unconditionally, and are not afraid to show it. Maybe I was grouchy to my students at school. Maybe I was short with my children. Maybe I snapped at my husband, or talked about a coworker behind her back. Maybe I am worried, or sad, or preoccupied. Whatever I have done, or however bad I have been, my dogs don't care. Honestly, they just love me. They hate to see me leave, miss me when I'm gone, and are thrilled to the tips of their furry tails when I come home. What's NOT to love about being loved that much and that unconditionally? Why wouldn't EVERYONE have a dog? Do some people really not need that kind of love? Do some people have enough love, so much love, that they don't need more? Not me! I have lots, but there's always room for dog love. We, here at my house, are a mutual admiration society - I love them, and they love me. Unconditionally. We're good here.