they wait patiently, are never grumpy, are delighted just by our presence. a twinge of guilt creeps over me every time we go away. we call it the spa, but the kennel is no place like home. despite the hair, the paw prints across the floor, the wet slobbery attention, there's the faithful companionship and loyalty that cannot be compared to anything else. cats are pleasant, but this heart has gone to the dogs.