I knew that I was in for a greeting when I pulled up in the driveway last night and I could hear the crying and barking from inside the Lair before I even switched my engine off. They know my engine sound and they normally don't do this for me. But then I've never left them for five days before. Murphy has always come with me in the past except for the odd short trips, and Belle has never known a night without me since I took her in. Wisely, I put my bags down at the bottom of the stairs before climbing up and opening the door, where I was immediately hit by 160+lbs. of German Shepherds. But for the wall behind me, I'd have been knocked flat. I'm guessing that I was missed just a bit.
The leaping and the dancing and the crying and the licking went on for some time, and finally I just said "screw it" and got down on the floor with them to wrestle for a couple of minutes (at the cost of a t-shirt...thanks, Belle). It was good to see them again.
Murphy soon settled down and went back to his old ways, but I can see where he was biting at himself while I was gone, reverting back to his old anxiety issues. (Both the dog sitter and Cindy told me that he'd been doing it. Poor guy.) But Belle...wow. She would not leave my side all evening. All she wanted to do for hours was to sit next to or in front of me with her head on my lap and be reassured. When I went back outside just to unload my car, she WAILED. If she was this attached to the cretin who dropped her off at the dog pound back in November and walked away, I'm going to have to find him and kick his ass.
All is right at the Lair again.