When I come from work and the kids, wife, and dog are out back, the one who's (visibly) happiest to see me back is the dog. She starts yelping and wiggling with joy. Then if my wife releases her, she does a mad dash to wherever I'm standing and alternately leans against my legs and spins around as I try to scruffle her.

One of my favorite ways to be welcomed home.



(In the presence of children, anyway.)