My dog is technically my family's dog. Nobody is fooled by this, I'm his favorite.

Post-Covid-restrictions, when I went from home all the time to coming home from work, his routine changed, too. Instead of lying on the bed all day, sauntering down to eat, then lying back down to nap some more, his new routine added: celebrate Dad coming home.

This dog-shaped pillow developed a dance routine and his little nails would tap out a ferocious rhythm as he greeted me at the front door, then come up to me, head tilted just slightly down so I could pet him.

No one else in my life has ever been that unbelievably happy to see me. ..