I was greatly surprised, and at least somewhat put out that my dogs were happier to see my daughter, today, than they were to see me, after I had been away from them for nearly a week. I mean, the dogs reacted like they had missed me, but they went crazy, shaking their tails and all when we picked Scout up from school. How soon they forget. How soon they forget who feeds them. How soon they forget who walks them. How soon they forget who cleans up after them on the living room carpet after they have made a no no. I was gone from Wednesday to Sunday. I picked them up today, Monday. Is that enough time for two animals to have forgotten who I am? I'm feeling a bit insecure here. Morisson is licking my knee, as I write this. That helps a bit.