^^^ Hee! One of my best friend's dogs will come tearing out the front door and fling himself into the car when I arrive. I'm not taking him anywhere - I never have taken him anywhere - he just really really loves visitors oh oh oh HI Auntie Mel YAY good to see you PAT ME I LOVE YOU LET ME SIT IN YOUR LAP
Isn't that lovely?
Folks down the block from me have a greyhound named Lindsey. She's got the best "pet me" skills I've ever seen; she stands right next to your leg, positioned so you can stroke from head to tail. And she leans, ever so slightly, so you know she likes it.
I don't see her that often, but I've always thought she recognizes me. I found out that was true.
I went out the door several weeks ago and saw her way down the block. The moment the person between us moved and she could see me, she started -dancing- down the block at a run. Her owner gave up and ran behind her so that Lindsey could come and make a fuss over me and get into her "pet me" position.
I felt so flattered.
There was a shy dog on my morning walk once, and I slowly got him to agree to let me pet him. and one morning I came out of the subway and saw him ahead of me. I said, "Hi, Hammie!" (Hamlet) And he whipped around and ran to me, happy to see me.
I love having dog friends. Especially when, as in these cases, it's clearly *me*, and not just "random friendly human being."