They were wolves once. They chose to live with us. They could have stayed wild. They picked the worse option and made it the better option.

A dog will be happy you are home. Happy you came back from the bathroom. Happy in a way that does not depreciate. The math does not check out and no one in the household is asking it to.

They have never asked for explanations. They sit beside us as if the question of whether to do so was never a question.

Your best friends. Always have been.