Some people prefer dogs over cats because "a cat won't be there at the door to greet you when you get home."
These people have never met our Sir Ian.
Not only is he at the door, but he's bursting with tiny adorable noises and makes me carry him around the house for at least twenty minutes before I can put him down.
At which point he cries until I pick him up again. It's insanely cute.
Whenever we get home from a vacation, the home-again routine is ten times more ridiculous than on a normal day. Tonight being one of those nights, he was crawling all over me with such ferocious snuggles and licky-ness that I just had to capture it.
He's such a little lover, am I right? You can take your dogs, folks. No thanks.
PS -- new haircut! Reagan, you are absolutely the best! Tip: make friends with talented people, it pays off.