When entering the house, I am greeted by a curly Q, twisted tail pugletts girl, and a stubble tail baby boy who's stubble goes a zillion, kagillion kamillion miles per hour! I can't quitely say hi to the furkids. I get so excited and crazy, I usually have a sore throat from so much high pitch and loud words. The first thing I do is throw my arms out high in the air and say (much too loudly) HEY....HOW ARE MY BOYZEES AND GIRLZEES (boys and girls). GWAHAM, HOW'S MY GOO PUPPIES (good puppy), HEY, WHERE'S YOUR CUTE STUFF....OH THERE IT IS, YOU ARE SO FULL OF CUTE STUFF THAT YOU OVERFLOW WITH CUTE STUFF!!! OH GWAHAM, OH GWAHAM, HOW MUCH CUTE STUFF COULD YOU POSSIBLY HAVE ALL PACKED INSIDE OF YOU? HI ANGEL, ANGEL, ANGEL, ANGEL, ANGEL, ANGEL. HEY PUGGELETTS, HOW'S MY WITTOW (little) ITTY, BITTY, TEENIE, WEENIE, BEANIE, ITTTY BITTY PUGGELETTS? HEY WITTOW GIRL, HEY BITTY, BABY, ITTY BITTY GIRL. HEY SMASHES, SMASHES, SMASHES, SMASHES, SMASHES, SMASHES. HEY WHO WANTS TO GOOUTSIDE??? DO YOU WANNA, WANNA, WANNA, WANNA, WANNA GO OUTSIDE 'A GOPEEEE?

I know, I am a major nut! But, heck, my dogs adore me to pieces and that's what really matters