I feel the same way. I come home every day, and I hear the sound of monty's tail smacking the wall as I walk up to the door. When I was gone for 3 days to visit family, my girlfriend said he went into out laundry, pulled out a pair of my dirty boxers and slept with his head on them every night I was gone. He's my first dog, got him at 8 months, he's just about a year now. He's a little bastard sometimes, as he was neglected, very underweight and not socialized properly, but he is learning fast, and is as good natured as can be. I can't imagine life without him now. I say this to everybody. If you are thinking of adopting a dog, and think you can handle it, go to the pound and meet a dog who needs it.
