unconditional puppy love

The sheer love, enthusiasm, and joy that comes from my parent's dog each and every time I go over to their house. The joy is from their dog, not so much from my parent's, which is my point.
It doesn't matter if it has been five minutes, five days, five weeks, or five blommin' seconds since Sadie, Sadie the Adorable Wonder Dog has seen me, her enthusiasm is the same.
She hears me enter the back door and she comes tearing through the house, into the kitchen, slides across the floor and bounces off the cabinets and jumps up and down spins in circles over and over and over and over and over and over and over...you get the idea, until I tell her to stop jumping.
She then repeats this love, adoration, and affection into the living room and onto the couch. Of course because I am there it means I am there to see her. which means it is play time. I then play fetch with whatever her favorite toy is of the day.

Yesterday after several minutes of this display of love and affection I turned to my mom and said, "I wish everyone was as excited to see me as she is. As excited as she is each and every time to see me. The world would be a much more lovely place."

Hokey? Sure, but think about it: dogs have no attitude, no pretense, they don't care what kind of day you've had or what kind of mood you're in they are always, always happy to see you. Everyone should act more like a dog.
Me, I like to think of myself as a puppy. I'm always ready to go, always happy and enthusiastic, but sometimes...sometimes I'm the older dog who knows better. The older wiser dog that just looks at the puppy and thinks, simmer down, simmer down. You know, the cynical dog. However, I hope, I hope I have that kind of affection and unconditional love towards those around me. Something tells me I don't even come close.

Sadie, The Wonder Dog