...to anyone, until you leave your dogs for an extended period of time, then come home to them.
We just got back from the Maritimes. We were gone for a week, and got to spend time with lots of different puppies!
We got to stay with a Norweigen Elk Hound, who apparently didn't get the memo about his breed, and was the most laid back lazy dog ever. Then their was my friends five month old Aussie!!! Who peed every-single-time I touched him, and their roommates border collie who was so sweet.
I got to visit with the pitbull/lab puppy, who my friends father had saved years ago, after some monster tried to off her in the woods, but missed and shot her in the throat then left her to die.
She was still a puppy the last time I'd seen her, and now her face is silver, eyes and ears giving out, hips shaking with arthritis but still as loving and playful as when she was young. It brought back good memories to spend time with her again, she was still the puppy I remember.
My friends mom springer spaniel hung around, but was deterred by the number of people.
Then there was many, MANY shelties whom my aunt use to breed and show, and a Cavalier Spaniel that was my other aunts pride.
There was my uncles Shih tzu.... I'm not a fan of that breed, but his stole my heart, she was smart and loved my daughter.
Then last but not least there was Fang. My other, other aunts dog. She'd saved him as a puppy, when she was walking on the beach and some asshole was trying to drown him and another. She and another lady took the pups home and now they live happily and spoiled. Fang is a belgian something rather, a herding dog, goofy and energetic, but I have never seen a dog so eager to please it's owner as him. Every time he looked at her, happiness shone like full sunlight. He was adorable.
As wonderful as all the dogs I met were, seeing how excited Lemmy and Pilot were to see me, to be pummeled over and licked to death was my favorite part of the whole trip.