I've been apart from my beagles for three weeks now, and I'm almost missing them as much as Aaron. It's long been a staple in our little family that Dusty, while sweet under her occasionally aloof/ornery exterior, is nonetheless far more devoted to food than humans. I've always suspected that if she had to choose between me and a potato chip, she'd pick the potato chip. At the very murmur of food, she leaps into action. But she squirms whenever I pick her up for a hug.
Well, after three weeks, we now have an empirical test. And she passes:
After all that beard abuse, I need some cheering up.