It took 3.5 seconds for Loki and Juno to recognize the TravelMarx. When I opened the door to let the dogs in to greet them, Marc leaned down half way to pet Juno, she lept in the air and met him half way, planting a Siberian kiss smack on his face. It made me melt. Juno's not a huggy-kissy dog with people. She must really love these guys.
"Hello Marx! Wow! We sure missed you! I need to give you a Formosan kiss."
"Ha-ha Big Boy. I already got dibs for first welcome kiss. While you were yammerin' I was kissin!"
"Oh the memories of our tug games! Yup, these are the same dudes we tugged with last year."
(Note the green grass in the background. Tomorrow's photos will show a big difference!)
"Big Boy, you're not the only one around here who can tug. Hand that squirrel over."
"Princess, I never give up. I never surrender. "
Stay tuned tomorrow for their first snow!
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