Whether I have been from home for 10 minutes or 12 hours, Pasha sits in the window waiting for me. Sometimes he falls asleep, but as soon as he sees my car he perks his head up and his tail starts wagging. After he has confirmed that it is indeed I, he alerts Truck who prefers to nap on the couch. By the time, I get to the door they have worked themselves into a frenzy. Pasha’s tail wags so hard that his whole back waves from side to side. Truck shows his delight, by doing a dance. Truck jumps into the air ands twists, very similar to a bucking bull. Just a small part of the reason I love dogs.