I went home to see my parents, siblings, niece and nephew for a super-last-minute and speedy trip. I returned to these two furry fools who made it abundantly clear they missed the ever-loving-spit out of me, proving this by giving me a million licks-per-second upon my arrival home. Since last night's return, whenever they make eye contact with me their little tails start flicking about feverishly. Is there anything more healing than the unconditional, unabashed love you receive from a rescue dog? If so, I have yet to find it.